Albert sits there eyeing a map of people in front of him and frowns "slowly they are killing them all off."
HIs wife sits down next to him, eyeing the pictures of people 's faces crossed out hearing his wife "this will look like we did something."
"No it won't. I want to know what this shadow group is doing. None of these people are criminals, some were government contracted killers..."
He turns his head and his wife asks "is that bad for any of us? They would come after people like you and your friends."
He crosses his arms staring the map down "they are all spread out but the problem is they circle one place."
"Where?"
"Bash's house." Albert points "like they are slowly taking people out around him."
"You said you thought Bash owned the shadows."
"He said he doesn't."
"Then who are other big names that could?"
"I mean anyone with funding and resources. Heck you could own them."
She turns her head "not my thing. I prefer hired work not management."
His wife nods "are you sure these aren't his people the ones being taken out."
"Well I never knew any of them and I was his number two."
"He didn't call you that did he?"
"Once..." Albert looks at his wife smiling and his wife sighs annoyed.
"Are you sure you two are close friends?"
"I haven't gotten killed yet and he did eventually pay me back."
"Should we show him this?"
"You're saying call him here?"
Albert looks around the room "I don't think he will come back here. There are a lot of bad memories here. Thievery spot is where our group broke apart slowly. Thanks to hit girl.."
"You need to let that go Albert..." His wife puts her hand on his shoulder and he turns his head "what if we could be worth so much more but she ruined a lot for us."
"We are already rich Albert. You literally robbed a bank recently when you didn't need to."
"No, it needed to be robbed money. I need to hire a few people."
"Hire? Who did you hire?"
"I have not recruited yet"
"You're going to pay for some nutjobs in underwear?"
"No, I would not hire those but I feel we need people. Look at his map. Slowly people are getting killed off. Someone will eventually come for us too."
"What?"
"They are using our name and it all centers around Bash and Bash is retired."
"No he's not. He just tells his wife that."
"No, he said he is retired."
"Albert do you really think he is retired or he just does other crimes? If he was retired would he meet you that much?"
"You're not saying it."
"I am saying it. he probably stole your fucking name.."
"No he said he did not."
"Who else knows the name?"
"Well me, you, the viking, the Australian, the french man used to. Rest in peace french but besides that not many."
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