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It was going on 12 in the morning when Dusty received a phone call from Abe about a possible inside job. He had to spy on a specific shipment of the Rodriguez Cartel and who their other counterparts were. Abe felt like they were plotting against him and wanted to make sure his intuition wasn't deceiving him this time.
"Meet me at the warehouse." Abe says hanging up.
The Cartel had been moving in a direction he felt he couldn't agree with. Dusty agreed only because he didn't fuck with how smooth the last shipment went two months ago. It went too smoothly. He was a little skeptical and felt like they were working on something big without them.
From a connection perspective all partners had to be loyal and trustworthy in order for the business relationship to work. Since this relationship didn't consist of territories the Cartel only considered Abe's organization as a business investment.
These niggas think we slow, Dusty thought himself.
Just because they weren't in the game anymore niggas felt like they could play them. Even though Abe and his crew were into making clean money with no ties to dirty money. That didn't mean they couldn't get their hands sticky every now and then.
Pulling up to the warehouse Dusty wore an all black sweat suit with his all black tombs. He also wore a black shiesty mask as well with gloves, and different color eye contacts so if he was spotted niggas wouldn't have his DNA.
"If I'm sending you weapons and we have a form of trust, you should be able to come to my establishment with ease knowing I have what you need. But if you start doing some fucking weird shit Ima have to kill you or cut all ties with you business-wise." Abe said to Dusty.
Dusty nodded his head, "You right Essex but how do you want me to execute? Cause if I gotta kill some niggas you know they comin after us."
"Well you work on the execution, I'll work on the cybersecurity. I'll have Jason rearrange the foot print and cameras so you can jack they shit up. Be in and out. All I need you to do is take pictures of their warehouse and listen in on conversation. If you gotta kill a nigga do it quietly."
"On it boss."
Grabbing the silencer he placed it on his Glock 17. With two small blades and his ear piece he was on his way.
Getting into the small jet, he had their air pilot drop him at the location instead of driving this time.
Once they were close enough to the estate without being too far away, Dusty jumps out of the plane and pulls his parachute dropping in the forrest. Removing everything from his body he jogged to the back entrance of the warehouse. He saw two men patrolling from the roof walking back and forth with two choppers and two men on ground doing the same.
