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Mount Everest: Labrinth
I'm kicked to the floor and the crowd outside the cage cheers. "I want Hoffman."
"Then you're gonna have to follow through our deal, Grayson." Ivan tells me. "Oh, c'mon, don't tell me that's all you got."
"Far from it." I get up and punch him across the face.
He laughs and we go at it until I shove him against the cage. "You fight like a girl."
He fights back and shoves me against the cage. He then goes for a punch, but I duck and sock him in the stomach. The crowd bangs on the cage and I deliver a spin kick to Ivan's face.
He stumbles back before quickly regaining his balance. He charges and we go at it again before he slams him on the floor. I then look up at the sound of a whistle. Bozer enters and holds up a sign with the number 3 on it.
Blood drips from my lips. "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't you get my messages?" Bozer walks to the other side, still holding up the sign.
I wryly chuckle. "Yeah, my phone's been kind of MIA for awhile now, you know that."
"To the others, but I didn't think I was included. I thought we were in this together."
"Not this, Wilt. How'd you find me?"
"Through Nolan. He had another lead on Hoffman a week after you left and we both just took an educated guess. Looks like we were right."
"Congrats. I'll give you a medal when I'm done here. Now go." I get up.
"No, I ain't going nowhere. Not without you." He walks over to me
"Go home, Wilt. I'll call you later."
"We both know you won't." He gently dabs a cool rag on my head to wipe blood off my face. "Look, you may be on some death-wish fast track for Hoffman, and I fully support that choice, but-"
"Support it? Funny, I'm not really feeling any support right now."
"Yeah, well, I know you're a good fighter, but the guy is seven inches taller and two times your size. From where I come from, we don't ever lay a hands on a woman. How many times are you gonna hit your head?"
"Until I get Hoffman. You know that."
"You're right, I do. But-"
"Great. I knew you'd understand. Now go home, Wilt. I'll call you later." I start to walk before something crashes through the wall. I grab Bozer and pull him down, shielding ourselves from being hurt. I now pick my head up and look at the sheet over the car.
