Chapter Nineteen:

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Weasel groaned and slammed his head on the desk. Finn looked at the other man and frowned. "I don't like this as much as the next guy but I'm gonna keep a clear head about this..." A agent had a look of disappointment upon his face while watching Weasel. "Is your friend always like this?..." The agent asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Sal stood up from the round conference table and shook his head. "Weasel isn't really our friend... He tried to kill us countless times and we tried to kill him countless times as well. I'm surprised that rat isnt dead by now." He cracks his knuckles and shows a fist in Weasel's direction. Billy sighed. "Can we stop fighting for once!? I'm getting pretty sick of this bull shit!" He shouts at the three other men before getting up to leave. Finn watches him leave and looks back towards the agent. "Mind if we end the session for today?... I think we need to cool off and rest for a while..." He asks quietly. The agent nods and shows them out to their quarters.

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