Chapitre 8: Chapter # 8 An Old Friend
There was a deep silence in the room. One can easily heard the clocks tic tic. Kevin was busy in deep thoughts. Suddenly his mobile ringtone break the silence of the room.
"Hello Kevin speaking" Kevin picked the phone call.
"Hello Kevin it's me brad, how are you?" The person at the other end introduced himself.
"Brad, Who?" Kevin still trying to remember.
"The one who give you refugee when you were kicked out from your house" brad delivered last sentence with big lough.
"Haha Brad the Bald" I recognize you.
"You ditch me ugly face long time ago and even never tried to contact me" Brad is now complaining about the past.
"Ah sorry brad. Please forgive me, I was too busy in my new business and you know brad the nature and risk associated with our businesses required great amount of effort and time" Kevin justify himself.
"Yeah I know we love to dance in the fire hahaha" Brad laughed.
"So why do you call me Brad" Kevin came to the point.
"Ah yes Kevin, one of my friend here in neo town need something" Brad replied.
"Something? Kevin asked.
" Yeah they need one hundred M13 assault rifles with three hundred round magazine, twelve rocket propelled grenades and fifty kg cocaine " Brad tell Kevin the details of the order he received yesterday but unable to fulfill.
"Thats a very big order, who gives you this? Kevin asked.
" I will tell you letter" Brad didn't want Kevin to know about his clients.
"OK some of my consignments from locava city came today at Eastwood dock. I am sure I will not disappoint you" Kevin replied like an excellent business man.
"What about the payment" Kevin asked.
"Don't worry you will not be disappointed too" Brad replied in the same tone.
"Bye Kevin"
Bye.
"Henry come in the room" Kevin picked up intercom
."Yes sir" Henry told like a obedient apprentice.
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