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“You know these places?” Iron asked when Sketch showed him the paper. I knew he wasn’t just asking about the locations written down, but also the things that went on there.
“Yeah,” Sketch answered with a nod.
“Alright. Take this to Cable. Tell him what you know. When he has something, he can fill us in.”
I studied Iron. The man was sly in the way he did things sometimes. In a normal situation, he would have had a few of us up in the room, watching and waiting while Cable worked. Hell, sometimes he would even be there himself even though he wasn’t a fan of computers and shit.
But it was clear that Iron was giving Sketch the smallest audience possible because what lie ahead was most likely shit he’d tried to forget.
I respected Iron and the way he did things.
He was a good man and a great president.
“Lake, go get some sleep. I’ll hold Church early in the morning.”
With that I was dismissed, heading to my room but I knew I wouldn’t find sleep tonight.
