Sypher:Sure. What do you need?
“Fucker took the bait.” Rage smiled, sitting up straighter in his chair.
Matrix:Running a diagnostic on the club’s security system and something isn’t right.
Sypher:Give me a sec.
“The second this fucker enters the system, the trace will start. I just need thirty seconds to locate him, Reaper,” Player stated.
“He’s in!” Matrix shouted. “Run the trace!”
Not even a second or two later, the screen went black and up popped a face shrouded in darkness.
“Nice try, everyone, but you will never find me.”
Sitting up, I barked, “Who the fuck are you?”
“A friend.”
“Bullshit,” Montana snarled.
“Contrary to your belief, Montana, I am not the enemy.”
“Do you have Danny?” Chipper spoke up.
“No, but I am searching for him. I saw what happened at the hospital.”
“Who are you?” Mercy asked.
“Wrong question.”
“Do you know who took him?” I asked.
“Not yet, but I will soon enough.”
“Are you helping him?” Fury piped up.
“Yes. Sypher tasked me with navigating everyone, including all of you.”
“What can you tell us?” Mercy asked.
“That there is a new player on the scene. Someone that even Sypher didn’t know about. Whoever this person is has a death wish because they are pretending to be the table.”
My head snapped to Montana, who slowly sat up and snarled, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The kill order was a distraction to get Sypher on the private floor of the hospital.”
“And we played right into his hands,” I seethed.
“So there is no kill order for my brother?” Chipper asked.
“No. As far as the table is concerned, Sypher is alive and well.”
“Because of what you are doing?” I snarked.
“Yes.”
“This works in our favor, Reaper,” Montana reasoned, looking at me. “Think about it. With that fucker pretending to be the kid, it gives us more time to find who took the kid and finish this shit before it gets out of hand.”
