Fuller, the rookie, and I were ordered to cooperate with the suits who had shown up at the hospital. Apparently, they were investigating us or our op. The only reason we agreed to leave the hospital was that the Sheriff called to tell us Carl had been moved and was receiving better treatment than the hospital could provide. There was nothing more for us to do here and apparently, they had already scooped up Alan.

The guys and I already knew to keep our mouths shut about the stranger’s question about Alan. We didn’t need these shadow government types taking our leader away from us.

As I was leaving North Station, a black Chevy Tahoe with government plates pulled up. The driver was a Caucasian male, approximately 40 years of age, wearing a black suit. He had a ring on his right middle finger. He had a buzz cut and a short beard. His hair was dark brown and he wore a pair of Oakleys.

There was a woman in the front passenger seat, but I didn’t have a good angle on her. I could see a red top hanging off her shoulders and shoulder-length brown hair.

The rear driver-side door opened and Alan got out. He was still in his tactical gear. I walked over to him. He was on autopilot, walking but not paying attention. He almost walked right past me.

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“Bro. Bro. Alan!”

He finally snapped out of it.

“Yeah. How are the guys?”

I gave him the rundown of our debrief with the suits.

“What about you? We weren’t sure what happened to you at the hospital. You and Isidra were just gone.”

“I can’t tell you. The information I was given was classified. I told them about Romulus, but not what he said. Apparently, they know who he is.”

“Who is Romulus?”

“Oh, right. He’s the guy who ran out before the Class A attacked.”

“I don’t like this Alan. These aren’t good people.”

“I know brotha, but we have to play along.”

“I guess so. Do you know anything about how Carl’s doing?”

“Yeah, he was moved to another facility. They brought in some specialists. He’s going to be alright. I’ve already called Linda to let her know.”

“Good. Now what about tonight? Have you started making calls yet?”

“Calls?”

“To reschedule.”

“I’m not rescheduling shit. The mission is still a go.”

“Alan, don’t you think.”

“No! Nothing is going to ruin tonight.”

I let it go. We said our goodbyes and left.