Chapter XXXVII

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December 30, 2023

11:24 PM

Newark, New Jersey

Rich stayed in a waiting room-styled recreational room. He was with his 'comrades' as he called them, and they were discussing an abundance of topics. But there were 2 important ones.Rich tapped his foot on the carpet floor.

"So is this it?" One of the men, named Sonnie, asked.

Rich looked up; "What do you mean?"

"I mean, we got away from this Xavier guy, is this it? Are we done? Are we gonna kill him or what? From what I know, he's relentless. He just killed a few of our men in that apartment just a few days ago."

"You bring up a good question." Rich told him; "Go find him."

Sonnie stood; "What... right now?"

"Tomorrow. And shut up. You ask too many questions."

The door to the room creaked open, a man, Vichtor, slipped through.

"Bloomington's dead." He announced.

Rich looked up at him, Sonnie did too.

"Bloo-- what happened?" Rich asked.

"We think it was Royston's men."

"Royston? Oh... Bloomington killed Royston, didn't he?"

"Xavier thinks it was you."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Xavier talked to the police. The police officer we know, you remember him? Called him 'Ol' Reliable'? He told me."

Rich stared at him; "Well, tell return this message to fucking sender, 'it wasn't us.'"

"It's probably too late for that."

And Vichtor was right, Xavier didn't care about what he heard. He stuck to what he thought. And what they didn't know was this manhunt would be their biggest mistake. The hunter would become hunted. It would all come to a conclusion the next day. Mysteries would be found, blood would be spilled, and everything would reach to one cessation.

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