[𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍-𝐎𝐅𝐅]
Drug cases have spread around the city of Chicago like wildfire, and Mavis Loman has been tasked with finding the root of it all. However, there is just one man who knows the ins and outs of every crime as if he w...
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Wednesday, October 4th
The days have gone by just the same as the ones before them.
Eros is completely unaware of the fact that I know about what he did. And he doesn't know that everyone else knows too. We're enemies disguised as partners, though we weren't really even partners in the first place.
Today is the day that the Conexico warehouse is reduced to rubble. Sage is sitting this job out, of course. He isn't interested in risking his life at the moment when he has someone else to take care of.
Finn is taking a part in this in his own way, though. To avoid having Hazel make her own bombs, he kindly gifted some to her. Now we know that we have explosives that won't miraculously detonate while we're still in the vicinity.
We have quite the perfect crew for this. The husbands have finally decided to join us for a field job on this case. Harlow, who was persistent on not coming, was eventually convinced to come along by Hazel.
Dawson is quite different on a job than he is at home. His father forced him to learn sword fighting as a child, and he's been obsessed with them since then. He has a whole collection in his mansion that he only lets Grayson see. And from what I've seen, he's damn good at using one. Dawson isn't only good with swords, but guns too. However, he is nowhere near as good as Grayson.
My blond friend is an incredible shot. Pistol, rifle, sniper; you name it, he'll hit his targets dead on. Not only that, but Grayson is also outstanding in hand-to-hand combat. I'll admit that he's even far better than me, and I had traditional training from my father.
His sister, however, is not the best when it comes to combat. While she has gotten better, I wouldn't trust her to take down four people by herself like I would with Grayson. Hazel is our explosives girl. I don't know what it is about them, but she's obsessed with exploding things. She told me, "It's satisfying."
Harlow used to be an underground fighter, the best of the best. She fights with brass-knuckles, ones that Dawson gave her. She makes up for her girlfriend's lack of skills.
We're stationed in a van not too far away from the warehouse. After surveying the area, we found that the warehouse was just as vulnerable as the day we discovered it. Getting inside should be easy, but we have no clue as to how easy it will be to plant the bombs.
As Hazel is checking the explosives, we wait idly in the vehicle. In my pocket, I feel my phone vibrate like it would for a call. I don't know who it could possibly be considering it is almost midnight.
I pull it out of my pocket, only to see that the caller is none other than Eros. From the corner of his eye, Grayson sees the name and his eyes narrow.
My blond friend clutches the rifle in his lap. "Answer it." Without telling me, I know that he means to put it on speaker.
