~Robert’s Point of View~   “Who do we know with connections at Interpol,” I asked.  I had Ivan in my ear but Mickey and Aleksey were closely seated on either side of me, staring at this asshole’s picture.  “Honestly? Gabe, but I can’t contact him directly. Let me see what I can do. Send me the picture,” Ivan said. “I gotta order food. I’m sure the females want something,” Mickey said.  “Do you just always eat,” I said, knowing full well I was hungry too. “You’re one to talk,” he said, slapping my stomach.  I slapped him back. RING RING RING

~Aleksey’s Point of View~ Best laid fucking plans, I thought as I crouched behind a wrecked car. The pain in my thigh was searing and it was too great for me to put my weight on it. Damn bullet didn’t come out.*Kill them all! They will fucking suffer,* Felix seethed. *Yeah keep yelling, no one can hear you,* I said, annoyed. The last thing I needed right now was him shouting at me, but that’s what happens when you share your brain with an animal.There were at least four shooters left that I could make out, these assholes must have hired some locals to give them better numbers. I raised my gun and emptied my clip, not hitting anyone. I growled and dropped it into my lap, reloading.

~Eight months later~ ~Aleksey’s Point of View~ “Cheers,” everyone yelled as they hit their champagne flutes together. The music was pumping through the packed floor and everyone was dressed to kill, or to get drunk and dance all night depending on how you looked at it. “There’s the man of the hour,” Robert yelled as Mickey stepped into the VIP lounge. I immediately got to my feet and we had a little three way bro hug, congratulating Mickey on the opening night of Club Rez. “I couldn’t have done it alone, it happened so fast thanks to everyone. To family,” Mickey said, beaming