Trust the one percent

A yawn left Zane's lips the moment he sat up in bed, and he did a little stretch before grabbing his phone from off of his nightstand.

Abruptly, it started ringing and that startled him a little, but after a few seconds and a couple quick blinks, he answered, deepening his voice a lot, and said, "Morning,"

"Tonight is the night," Vel said, and the sleep immediately cleared from Zane's eyes.

"Seriously?"

"You want your pound of flesh off Wu, right? Join us at the wirehouse tonight... It's now our turn to make him pay and suffer by betraying and playing us..."

It took Zane a second, but he got what he meant, and he felt his jaw start to clench as he replied, "At what time?"

"Eleven on the dot. Don't be late." Vel said, then he hung up the phone.

It went silent for another couple of minutes after that, and Zane didn't move. Instead, his mind was racing, and when the sound of a knock echoed in his room, he snapped out of his trance.

"Come in," Zane called, and he heard the door cre