Three Brood Instigators

90. Distillation: The Destiny

"SHIFUXER AND WATEFACT ARE STILL IN CHAOS, AND THE PUBLIC ARE DISAMBIGUATED"

"VIOLENCE CASES IN SCHOOLS ARE RISING AT 1.24% A DAY!"

"14-YEAR-OLD TEENAGER OPENED A SHOE COMPANY IN 'RECOGNITION' OF W-A-R AND 29TH OF AUGUST"

Days go by, Pastuzo felt more frustrated than ever,

"Argh, FUCK, WHERE THE FUCK'S KRO?!" Pastuzo raged.

"Didn't you use the Satan's app?" Clayne suggested.

"Well, fuck that, he could be anywhere. This is a big country!!" Pastuzo raged again. "Fucking, Kro! I won't be surprised if he was hiding from me since he knew about my mom!"

"Your mom?" Clayne heard.

"Fucking coward, he read a file about my mom, refused to fucking tell me because I don't know. He got scared, I guess?!" Pastuzo ranted.

"What did he know?!" Clayne asked.

"I don't fucking get it!" Pastuzo said. "It's... it's about some clients, even Morris' name was mentioned, had some payments, twenty grand, this... this is fishier than I thought, AND I JUST REALIZED THIS THREE FUCKING DAYS AGO!"

"Ok, Pastuzo, look, federal papers, they, they are very confusing, very adult stuff. Hence, they are worth a lot, so I suggest you take them slow," Clayne said. "M, maybe we can find a center to this."

"Maybe you two should get a fucking center, haha!" Herman alluded.

"Hey, shut the fuck up, Herman!" Clayne pointed.

"Aww, Clayne, why you keep keeping that fool, huh?!" Ben teased.

"Hey, imp, your ass is small than a baby's dick, a fucking gargantuan would munch you to a fucking gumbo!!" Pastuzo called.

"I'll show you who the fuck's an imp..." Ben engaged, Pastuzo engaged too.

"Guys, STOP IT!!" Goran scolded while folding his arms. "You live in our camp, you respect some fucking quiet, got it?!"

"Sure, man, of course. He started it, not me," Pastuzo called.

"He always does, sick bastard!" Clayne called.

Minutes later,

"Hello, you lazy shits!" Drock greeted.

"Where have you two been?" Pastuzo asked.

"Making money, pal," Uncle Thomas placed the money in the box. "I've been teaching this guy what happens when a man gets too greedy. He never learns."

"No, I learn, I just never learn such bullshitism!" Drock pointed.

"Bullshitism? Yeah, right, make your own dictionary, ass!" Uncle Thomas called.

"Hey, Tommy, you either let me be my fucking self, or you'll not get any help," Drock reminded.

"Help for what?" Clayne asked.

"His fucking road to retirement," Drock said. "Turns out he still had some backup files in him, we need to destroy all of it."

"Not destroy all of it, we need to destroy every file in that place," Uncle Thomas clarfied.

"Which place?" Kevin asked.

"The fucking archive building beside the Tavernier hall," Uncle Thomas said.

"Uncle, you can't do that, they'll be expecting you," Kevin argued.

"Kevin, these are corrupted crooks before, and they are our obstacles to proper retirement. You just don't know exactly how corrupt and fucked up this town is, fucking bureaucrats using my cover to get some easy funds, and now they betray me?" Uncle Thomas explained, Pastuzo felt his stance. "There is a saying that the town's controlled by some shadow government, so I say, we destroy every files, before it does some creepy shadow shit."