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want, Frank?”
    “Well, fuck you too, Seamus.”
    “I still have the fucking bullet scar in my asscheek from the last time you fucking called me.”
    “Won’t happen this time, I promise. I need you for a job.”
    “Yeah?” I ask. “Well, I need an armored truck.”
    “Done.”
    “What?” I ask in confusion; I was just being a smart ass. I have absolutely no need for an armored truck. And what the fuck would be worth that?
    “I said done, Seamus. You do the job and I get you an armored truck.” Frank is dead serious; he never fucks around with offers. That’s worrisome.
    “Frank, I don’t need an armored truck.”
    “I still need you for a job. You got a secure?”
    “Yeah, I’ll call you back.”
    I drop my personal phone on the bed and go to the kitchen drawers. In the one with all the spatulas I have three new burner phones. Grabbing one, I dial Frank on his secure line.
    “What’s the job?” I ask
    “I need a hit.”
    “I’m out of the game, Frank.”
    “Yeah, well, with Lucky and Connor both out as well this area has zero hitters right now.”
    “Doesn’t mean I’m still working, Frank.”
    “How about this? I owe you a favor if you do it.”
    Well, fuck me. This is serious as shit then. Frank doesn’t give out favors, ever. Fuck me. That is a huge fucking thing. It’s like finding a gold mine right in your own back yard.
    Frank is a guy who gets things for people, and on seldom occasions he has jobs he farms out to very trusted people. He is neutral to all gangs, mobs and groups. He has absolutely no affiliation to anyone so he is more trusted than a bank. If someone wants something, he has it. No matter what it is. The things I have heard people use him for range from hits to getting groceries. I’m not kidding though when I say he will get someone anything, but he also charges a pretty hefty penny too.
    “What’s the job?”
    “There is a Russian who has caused quite a large amount of issues for his for a lot of people. They have asked that he be neutralized as soon as possible. They even have a window for where he will be for the hit.”
    “That doesn’t really sound like much of a job, Frank. What are you not telling me?”
    He’s silent for a long moment. “He’s ex-Spetsnaz. So are the six guys he has guarding him.”
    “Oh.” That’s why he’s giving out a favor.
    Spetsnaz. Yeah… That’s not exactly a fun word to hear when it involves going after someone. They are Russian military guys, very hard hitters and very dangerous. They are like the Navy Seals or Delta Force. Dangerous and deadly is the name for a job like this.
    “What’s the time frame?”
    “Tomorrow night, around 11 p.m. At a strip club.”
    “Nope, not doable.”
    It’s not doable at all, not if I want a high percentage of surviving.
    “Favor and two million in a bank account.”
    “That doesn’t change the fact I more than likely won’t survive.”
    He stays silent though as he knows I didn’t reject that offer. That is a lot of money, and it’s a favor. It’s a lot of money, but Frank never operates at a loss. He must be getting at least ten million or more. But this is a lot of money for some old fighter and a group of guys protecting him.
    “Who wants the guy dead so badly?”
    “Can’t say, Seamus, but let’s just say the guy has secrets on some very high-placed official or officials in the good ol’ motherland.”
    “What’s the potential for blowback if this guy gets dropped?”
    “None. From the questions I’ve been asking around he’s made a lot of enemies. That’s why he’s over here right now.”
    “What’s stopping him from having someone release all his information at the time of his death?”
    “Not our concern.”
    “Seriously?” I ask, and that just doesn’t sound right to me.
    “I asked the same exact question. They want him dead, and as soon as possible.”
    “What about the group of guys around him?”
    “They can or cannot be collateral damage.