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BLAIR'S POV

“112 reporting, 112 reporting, come in,” I called, very early the next morning.

“112,” the first caller responded, “we can't seem to trace your device, situation report?” He demanded.

“Yes, sir, I think it's damaged,” I responded.

“Abort mission for a hundred men sir, Brian Craig is in custody,” I said.

“What?” The boss with the animated voice exclaimed in the background.

“112, you had better not be playing games with me,” he said, in a threatening tone.

“You know how serious this is to Master X,” the caller said,

“Master X, I have Mr. Brian Craig, I just need a vehicle to convey his unconscious body, sir,” I said.

I didn't know if he could tell how shaky my voice was, as I uttered every word, shivering from the tip of my hair to those of my feet.

“An agent would pick you up in a vehicle in four hours, 112,” the caller said, “be there,” he said, disconnecting the call.

I took a deep breath, hiding my fear. I knew Brian only needed the slightest chance to ask me to