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He takes another shot of whiskey after taking a smoke. The drink burns his throat as his phone rings.

"How's your progress?"

"Doing good sir. I've spotted the targets," he says quietly.

"Better make it quick. I am not a patient man, boy."

"I understand sir. I'll make your presence be known soon," the male grabs ten silver coins and tips it to the bartender.

"Such a good son."

He ends the call.

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