A message

“Wolf, here, remember, this didn’t happen, understand?”

I took the envelope and slid it in my pocket. “Go. I don’t know you.”

I watched him limp away in his crutches. Bob should have never taken this job, sooner or later the Pack is going to want to remove him. Better stay away from him from now on, or the Pack’ll think I’m softening up.

“Overwatch, Wolf here, package received from contact, I’m coming home.”; I looked at my watch. Beth’s old, but she still gets the job done. I looked around the alley, Overwatch is somewhere here, watching from the rooftops. “Oh, and Overwatch, I need a ride, I’m dyin’ out here.”

“Overwatch copies, Puppy’s your ride. Over and out.”

I sighed. My breath was so visible in this cold winter night. I guess I shouldn’t have brought my gun along, I really didn’t need it right now, but better safe than sorry, right?

Minutes later, I called the Pack. “Fort, Wolf here, Puppy still hasn’t arrived, he should’ve been here ten minutes ago, so where the hell is he?”

“Fort here, Puppy left Den seven minutes after you did, said he’ll be the one to bring your ass home, he should’ve been with you. Anything wrong, Wolf?”

Overwatch. Shit, the traitor! “Break radio contact! I have been compromised! Overwat-”

Bullets suddenly started flying. It was an ambush! I ran for cover behind a dumpster and realized that Beth had been hit. Now I knew why Overwatch insisted that I leave my rifle behind, the asshole. But there was no time to dally, there were five men shooting at me, and from the looks of it, they were Grundy’s. I took my rifle out and started returning fire. It took me 7 bullets to neutralize them all. Surprisingly, Overwatch was provided sniper support. “Guess I have to think about him for awhile.”

Beth got screwed, so I didn’t have any contact with the Pack for a while. I found Puppy in an alley a few blocks from where I was, strewn with bullet holes from the head down. Suddenly, I saw Overwatch emerge from the shadows.” Didn’t know we were blown, sorry, Wolf.”

I fought the urge to shoot him on the spot. “Well, we gotta get back to the Den, report to the Pack.”

We hid Puppy in a body bag in the trunk and drove back to the Den.

“Damn, Puppy, why? Why!”. Fort and Puppy were real close, so he took it hardest. “If you didn’t screw around in that alley, Puppy’d still be here!” and he raised a fist to hit Overwatch.

Mech stopped him. “Back off, Fort, no one knew they were compromised, Puppy lost his edge and got unlucky, got it? No one’s to blame for this.”

I butted in their little talk. ” To think of it, Puppy never made radio contact with any of us, did he?”

“But I did, before you met the contact. That’s why I knew he was your ride.” Overwatch said coldy.

“So you must’ve been blown while you were with the contact. Quite convenient, isn’t it? Wolf talks to the contact, Overwatch listens, and Puppy just waits somewhere no one knows and gets killed, Wolf almost gets done in, too. If you ask me, that contacts dirty.”

I knew they’d want Bob sooner or later, but isn’t this a little too fast, even for Mech? I tried reasoning it out. “Watch it, Mech, Bob’s been with us for 3 years now, and he’s yet to be dirty.”

“Well then, Wolf, I suppose it was one of the Pack that blew you, ain’t it? Can’t even trust your team now, can you?” The look on Mech’s face was smug. I would’ve wiped that smile clean off along with his face, but he was right. What if Bob blew us now? Or maybe he’s been all the time? But I remembered the intel, he always gave reliable intel, and this was the first time we got blown with Bob as the contact. “Check the intel.” I said smartly. “We can check on the intel and then we’ll know if he’s dirty.”

“On it.” Fort immediately forgot about Puppy and started encrypting the intel. “We got it in five. Wait for it.”

I noticed the envelope had something written on the inside. I didn’t notice it earlier with the disk in it, but now I do. I cleanly swiped it off the table without any one noticing. Then Fort finished the encryption.

” Darcmann and Grundy in cahoots, will do business at port next Friday at dawn. Heavy weapons for something. Don’t know what, yet.”

I slid out the envelope and started reading. I stared in disbelief in what was written in it.

Son, we’re still here. FFS.

Felix and Fortia Strife. Damn, man.


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