A SECRET AGENT
A GANG MEMBER
AN ILLEGAL RACER
CAN YOU BE ALL?
Earth is a secret agent whose only job is to catch the organizer of the monthly Midnight Race
Mix is the winner of every Midnight Race...until now
"Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living and truth loving."
- James E. Faust
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"A little bit of fire never hurt anyone." Man on the other side of the line said, his voice stripped from any emotions.
"I don't think it's a good idea." A younger voice replied on the phone.
"Do you think I care about your opinion? Just do what I'm telling you to do. As always."
"Yes, as you wish."
There was a silence between two individuals before a younger voice continued, "what if someone will be there?"
"Even better," the man chuckled, "person learns a lesson better if the lesson comes with a permanent message. Besides, he has been fucking around with that guy instead of keeping him in check. I don't like that. You really don't think he deserves a lesson?"
"He does. I'll take care of it."
"Good boy, call me after it's done." The line was cut.
"Fuck."
"Perth!"
The door opened and a man clothed in all black but with a friendly face walked in. "Yes, boss?"
Kit ran his hands through his hair, "prepare my car, call guys and get some Molotov cocktails and guns ready."
"Of course. Anything else?"
"Yeah, make sure Gray doesn't know about this."
"As you wish," Perth said and walked out.
As the doors closed, Kit sighed, "Gray would come here and banged my head against the nearest wall if he knew what I'm about to do." .....
"I told you not to fucking hurt anyone!" Kit was extremely pissed.
Yes, he was told that if someone will be there, then that's even better but honestly, fuck that! He explicitly told them not to hurt anyone!
"Get the hell away from my face, now!"
Men walked away as they were told, and Kit made his way to his office.
"Well, well, well," Kit heard a teasing but pleasant voice as he opened the door.
His big dark leather chair turned around and revealed smirking Gray, with his legs crossed, a glass of whisky in his hands. "Don't tell me, a mission gone wrong?"
"I'm not in the mood, Gray." Kit said, sitting on the couch.
"How many times did we talked about it? You need to stop being Jack's bitch."
Kit let out a weak laugh, "that's way easier said than done, and you know that."
"No, it is not. It's simple, just stop doing everything Jack tells you to do." Gray stood up from Kit's chair, making his way towards him.
