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It was a long walk through the office building, even longer than usual with the steady pace Geoff had resolutely kept. He slowed a touch to wave to the other business owners closing up for the day with a charming smile on his face, and continued to the elevator. He held it open for Ashley, who owned a mail-order only soaps and scrubs company. She always took home some of her work for the day and smelled of so many different kinds of flowers that it was hard to breathe around her, but Geoff courteously waved her in and asked about her day as he pressed the button for the ground floor. It was oddly appropriate that he stood like a doorman, all straight lines and shoulders held back. They chatted briefly, all smiles, and she thanked him on her way out.
Geoff liked Ashley; she didn’t give him funny looks for the tattoos running up his arms, unlike many of the business owners. Regardless, he was glad she was gone as he waited for the elevator doors to close and descended another two levels down to the basement.
Once he stepped foot on uneven pavement his demeanor changed, shoulders hunched in a little and hands found their way into pockets. He trudged past a multitude of machinery keeping the office running—one for running water, another for electricity, the breakers all labeled in the far corner tucked next to a boiler, and hidden to the right in the corner was a door Geoff had installed himself. He was proud of it though it was tilted slightly, and squeaked monstrously every time he had to wrench it open.
Rapping tattooed knuckles against the thick wood, he waited for the occupant inside to open up. A red beard was the first thing to be noticed by nearly everyone who met Jack, but the casual air about him was so strong no one was ever really threatened by the burly stature he sported as a six foot tall man.
“Any luck?” Geoff asked, calmly stepping around his partner in crime, ignoring the shriek of metal on metal. There were no fake smiles for Jack, and he would have looked at him strangely if he had tried. He wandered his way into the small room, leaning against the wall.
“Not a peep of anything important. He keeps saying he doesn’t have the money, wants an extension on delivering the goods, blah blah blah. It’s the same story we always get.” Jack shrugged, glancing at a second door in the opposite corner. Geoff followed his gaze, then shot Jack a look.
“You hurt him yet?”
Jack gave him an equally flat look and rolled his eyes. “What do you think I’ve been doing this whole time, throwing a tea party?” He looked like he’d been the one beaten, hiding pain behind a mask.
“What you do in your spare time isn’t my business.” Geoff shot back with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. He pushed off the wall, and picked up a glass from a table huddled in the small room. Picking up the liquor bottle that was next to it, he poured himself a small glass and sipped.
“Please, Geoff.” Jack heaved a tired sigh. “I’m so tired of being shit on by these guys. I don’t know how they stay in business cheating their buyers all the damn time.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, and gestured for the glass. Geoff handed it to him with a sour look, and poured a second.
“Yeah, well, it’s our fault for letting it slide. We haven’t exactly been throwing around as much blood as we have money. That’s what it takes in this city.” Geoff watched Jack take a gulp, cringing as the whiskey burned. Jack hated whiskey. This guy must be really screwing with him, Geoff thought. He took a sip of his own alcohol as Jack replied.
“No, that’s what it takes for the bosses. We aren’t exactly packing enough punch for that.” Jack tapped his glass, deep in thought.
“They don’t know that Jack, that’s the whole point of a reputation.” Geoff made his way through a small sea of opened wooden crates, knocking his knee against an off kilter lid that they hadn’t properly put back, spilling some of his drink. “Sonuvabitch! We need to clean house.”
“Add it to the list. Craig isn’t talking, so what do you want to do?” Geoff paused in pushing the stray lid off him.
“Make him talk, obviously.”
Jack scoffed in irritation, rubbing his beard. “Yeah, I got that much. How do you plan on doing that, Geoff?”
Geoff didn’t respond, but continued his way through the large room to another door that Geoff had also installed, almost as off-kilter as the first. The office building was lower budget and the owner really skipped on maintenance, so by offering to do it for a too-good-to-be-true rate, Geoff ensured not only full access to the basement but the freedom to turn it into whatever he wanted without the fear of a nosy building owner sending routine inspectors down to discover his hard, albeit shoddy, work. Building was more Jack’s specialty, anyways.
Picking a location for dirty business was much more tedious than it seemed, in Geoff’s opinion. You had to be careful about where you chose to set up shop, as most places in Achievement City were already taken or too obvious, not to mention it seemed like every lousy upstart picked the same spot to begin their business and turf wars were a bitch. This building was in the perfect location, they were inconspicuous and friendly to the other tenants, and had an in with the owner.
The door still got stuck on the uneven ground from time to time, but with a kick it scraped against the concrete as it opened. Geoff frowned at their no-good dealer, Jack had certainly dealt him some damage; blood was flecked across the walls where a good hit had connected with the guy’s bloody mouth. Jack tended to stay away from doing too much damage with weapons to people like this in case they accidentally killed him. His head was hung and Geoff could hear the rasp of a man with broken ribs.
Well, if he hadn’t broken yet, there was a good chance they’d have to kill him. The guy was pretty independent and Geoff wasn’t sure that word would spread about his death. There wasn’t really a point if it didn’t build their reputation. So that left just beating the guy’s shit in until he gave up or letting him go with a friendly warning not to cross them again. Geoff preferred the former, but he mostly just wanted his money.
Leaving the door open, Geoff downed his whiskey. He’d need it for this, he thought. Even as heartless as he could be he’d never enjoyed interrogations. Steeling himself, he cleared his throat, letting the injured man know he wanted to chat. As he looked up, the man sneered, making his lip split bloody again. Craig spat at Geoff’s feet, managing to look defiant through the obvious pain he was in, and Geoff had to appreciate the backbone the kid had.
“I’m not telling you anything,” the man rasped, “So you should just kill me now.” Jack pushed his way past Geoff and sat in the chair across from Craig.
“We need that money, Craig.” Geoff kept his voice flat and emotionless, and he knew that he was dangerous, but more importantly Craig did as well. Even so, he shook his head at Geoff and coughed out a laugh.
“I don’t have it, and I don’t have anything you want, so I don’t know why you’re still bothering!” With a rising voice their captive began to look tense, looking around the room as if to escape. Geoff rolled his eyes. With those ribs there was no way he’d get far if he got past the two full grown men in the room.
“You say you don’t have anything we want, but I don’t know what you have. Convince me you have something I want, and I won’t kill you in the most painful way you can imagine. Or maybe,” Geoff raised an eyebrow, looking Craig up and down, “I’ll just sell you into prostitution? Not something I usually support, but I think I could make an exception.”
Craig visibly paled, and Geoff smiled, all sharp, vicious teeth. It would be a fitting punishment given Craig’s involvement in child trafficking, the scumbag. After a few moments of silence, he broke.
“Look, maybe—maybe I do have something, but—” Craig began stuttering, but cut himself off with a choked laugh. “You would never believe me! You’re better off just killing me, I’m telling you.”
Jack looked sidelong at Geoff, irritated. Hours, he must have worked on him, just to have Geoff waltz in and give him information. Geoff nodded at Jack, signaling him to take point. Jack sighed, and addressed Craig.
“Okay, say we believe you. Say we don’t care what it is you have to give us, we just need compensation. What then?”
Geoff watched Craig sweat, and shifted impatiently. He glanced around for a chair, hearing their captive squeak. Jack watched with mild amusement, as he saw the tray of torture instruments out of Geoff’s reach just as Craig did.
“Alright! Alright! Just don’t, okay?” Shrugging, Geoff turned around and decided to stand. He’d pull in a second chair later, if this took much longer. Taking a deep breath, Craig continued. “There’s this guy, right? And he’s like, uh, he’s special, you know? I—” With a sharp motion, Jack cut him off.
“We don’t exactly care if you’re in love with some guy, we want money,” Craig shook his head sharply, grimacing.
“I’m not in love- he’s powerful, I guess. Can do things other people can’t,” Jack and Geoff’s eyes met. “He’s really good with a sniper rifle. He can hit a shot from so far away, you don’t even know you’ve been sniped. I can take you to meet him, you’ll understand when I show you—”
“Stop. So you’ll take us to him, fine. That doesn’t cover your bill, Craig.” Geoff said darkly. “And he’s going to be willing to just work for us for free? I seriously doubt that.”
“You don’t know him! He’s like, really special, man.” He looked so earnest Geoff wanted to believe him, but the blood dripping from his chin spoiled that a bit. “He’s been looking for a crew to join, I just need some time to convince him.”
Geoff nodded towards the door, and Jack followed him as he left. Jack closed the door with an effort, and rubbed a hand over his face. Geoff would have to make him sleep after this, he looked exhausted.
Jack sighed and said, “I think we should meet his contact, get at least something out of this. Having a sniper could come in handy.” Inwardly Geoff agreed, but it would be dangerous and cost them money more likely than it would earn them any. Jack was recently recovered from an injury, and Geoff cared more for his safety than filling every debt owed them.
“I say we just kill him and dump the body. Faster and easier cleanup than covering our tracks with some ‘special dude’.” Geoff said with sarcasm. And air quotes. He knew Jack wouldn’t be so easily dissuaded, but he could try.
“We don’t exactly have the funds to hire him yet, but maybe he’ll do a favor for this friend of his,” Jack said, hopefully, not looking at Geoff. He didn’t look excited at the prospect, though.
“Please, like anyone would do this dipshit any favors! Jack, we need to move on, find something better to do. You don’t like torturing people, so let’s not. Call it even with the idiot dead.” Geoff was worried, he didn’t want Jack in any more danger than he had to be, and he couldn’t exactly meet the mystery man alone.
“Geoff,” Jack looked him solid in the eyes, face softening at what he saw. “We need this.” Geoff sighed, rubbing a hand over his arm, and closed his eyes.
“I know. I don’t want to, though,” He admitted.
“We don’t have to hire him, but we may as well try, right?” Geoff knew he was caught, and let his face twist into unhappiness. Jack caught on and added, “We can’t get as big you want us to be just by ourselves. We’re going to have to hire people eventually.”
“Fine, but afterwards we’re going home and playing Minecraft.” Jack chuckled, and turned to wrench the door back open.
Getting Craig to his feet wasn’t a struggle like Geoff thought it would be, but after passing him a phone, the two of them worked to shove him through the still untouched sea of opened crates. For a man who braved the street life like he claimed, Craig was slow, taking his sweet ass time on the phone. While they both listened, they realized there was absolutely zero chance whoever he was talking to was going to back him up in a fight. It sounded more like a “I know a guy who knows a guy” kind of a deal, and the nervous chatter was grating to listen to.
Either way, they were finally back up the elevator then out of the now abandoned office building and in the small SUV Jack owned.
Getting to the meeting point had started sketchy, the typical setup of “Just follow me, I’ll get us there” but Geoff had shut that down so hard the directions were babbled seconds after. It was quite the drive, and Geoff literally had nothing better to do than more digging while Jack calmly navigated through evening traffic clogged streets.
“Alright, spill. What makes this guy so special?”
Craig shifted, held onto his seat belt tight with one hand while the other guarding uncomfortably around his broken ribs. He looked out the tinted window, shifted, winced, and swallowed hard.
“Look, I’m not supposed to say anything, get me? This is the kind of stuff the government makes people disappear for. Area 51 type shit.”
Jack slammed on the breaks and if Geoff hadn’t completely understood the knee-jerk reaction to the words “Area 51” and also hadn’t enjoyed the agonized groans from the back seat the jarring stop had produced, he would have ripped Jack a new asshole. The car behind them honked a few times before Jack rolled down the window and flipped them off before the car stuttered to a start again.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“Fuck, oh god,” Craig wheezed, “jus’—jus’ listen okay?”
“If you’re fucking with us, Craig,” Geoff warned in a voice so low it was nearly a whisper, “I’ve got the Vagabond on fucking speed dial.”
Craig didn’t stop his wheezing, but raised an eyebrow at the threat. “The fuck you talking about? That guy’s dead as shit.”
Geoff blinked back at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? You know who I’m talking about, right?”
“Black mask, likes all things terrifying?” Craig swallowed again and shook his head. “Nah, some guy took him out a couple of weeks ago. He’s dead.”
“Okay, Mr. Area 51. I’ll fucking believe that when I see his head on display in the museum.” Geoff scoffed.
“Yeah, man. Look, whatever. He’s dead, alright? Just- I’m not fucking with you, I swear.”
“We’ll see.” Geoff didn’t trust him, didn’t even like him, but the meeting was more important.
“Look, it sounds crazy, but even kids are talking about it. You’ve heard of that bridge incident three weeks ago, right?”
“You talking Bellamy Bridge?” Jack threw on his blinker last second and jerked them right, almost missing their turn. “The semi accident? Like twenty people died or something.”
“Yeah, that one. Those people didn’t die ‘cause of no semi-truck, you get me?”
“No. No I’m not getting you.” Geoff was annoyed. He didn’t care about whatever conspiracy this guy had cooked up about one of the many tragic accidents of the city. It was a dangerous enough place without the crazies stirring up some half-assed explanations for it. “Stop beating around the bush and just say whatever you’re trying to say.”
“Word is that the cops are keeping things quiet ‘cause they’ve been experimenting on something. Bellamy Bridge lit up like a candle cause some guy can light fire to anything.”
“Experiments? Dude, it doesn’t take much more than gasoline to light anything up.”
“He can control it. I know a guy who was there—saw the whole thing go down.”
“So where’s this friend of yours? He the guy we’re meeting, Mr. Special?”
Jack rolled his eyes at Geoff’s antagonistic replies, even if he didn’t totally like what the guy was saying either. He flipped on the blinker, realizing he’d need to turn left in another block.
Craig was hesitant at the silence, but swallowed and spoke up again. “No, that guy who saw it go down went missing last week. S’why everything’s so secret, you know? If they know you know you’re done. Someone comes in, nabs you, and you go for a swim at the bottom of the ocean. The guy who could control fire? He’s missing too.”
“Okay, so the pyromaniac went to jail or whatever—if your missing source was telling the truth. What exactly does this have to do with Mr. Special?”
“Yeah, see, the guy who controlled the fire wasn’t the one who was special.”
“Yeah, we went over this. Jack, did you hit him too hard in the head or something? I swear he got stupider after I left you alone with him.”
“Don’t blame me!” Jack gripped the steering while harder.
“Look, I’ll just let him explain.” Craig mumbled, leaning heavily against the window.
The rest of the drive was left in stale silence, Craig’s sharp coughing punctuated the whole car every so often. They pulled into a parking lot and Craig pointed at a dingy vape bar.
“Seriously?” Geoff turned around in his seat to question how stupid this was. This was the stupidest thing he’d ever done.
“Yeah, guy likes it here. Feels safe. We need him to feel safe.”
At least Craig was smart enough to wait to be let out of the car. If the moron had taken off Geoff had plans to shoot out both kneecaps and then pour an entire bottle of brandy over the wounds. Scratch that, half a bottle. The other half would be for him, for putting up with this shit. Jack kept a gentler hand on Craig’s shoulder as they allowed him to lead them in and through the smokey vape bar. The lights were dimmer, most likely to accommodate the sensitive eyes that a good high brought.
In the far corner was a kid on his cell phone, fingers breezing over the glass screen rapidly. He was wearing a purple hoodie, a black tee with some sort of creatures on the front Geoff didn’t recognize, and a pair of jeans. He didn’t stand out from any of the other patrons and he certainly didn’t look the part of “Mr. Special”.
Jack released his grip and the two of them allowed Craig to trail ahead a bit, to greet his contact without them looming ominously from behind.
“Yo, Ray.”
“Fuck, dude, who’d you piss off?” was the returned greeting, “Tell me it wasn’t those two behind you.”
Craig shifted and that was all that was needed to tell the story. The kid, Ray, simply sighed, shoved his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, and crossed his arms. Geoff felt a weird buzzing in his left palm and flexed his hand a bit.
“Ray, listen, you said you needed a crew, right? These guys have an opening and—”
“Yeah, I got that part over the phone. What I want to know is why you’re trying to sell me out.”
“What? No, Ray, it ain’t like that.”
“Dude your face says it all. What the fuck is all of this?”
“He says you’re ‘special’.” Geoff supplied. “Said you’d be able to explain that to us.”
Immediately Ray’s posture changed from relaxed but annoyed, to rigid and hateful. He turned his icy glare on Craig. “What the fuck did you say to these guys?”
“Ray, listen, they don’t know what I know, I swear. I just—you said—and after Marcus went missing I thought—”
“What,” Ray asked slowly, meeting eyes with Jack first, then Geoff quickly after, “did you think telling them was going to do?”
“No, I didn’t tell them you were that. I just said—”
“As much fun as being left in the dark is, unless we get answers to this little mystery, I’m going to have to kill your friend. He’s annoying the hell out of me and he owes us a lot of money, so.” Geoff waved his hand in a dismissive manner and Jack shrugged in passive agreement.
“Well, not my friend, so do what you want.” Ray shrugged as well and made a move to walk by, but Craig desperately reached out and grabbed at his purple sleeve. “What?”
“They could help. You know, keep you underground and away from like the Feds or—”
“Shut the fuck up.” Ray took in a breath and let it back out slowly. He turned to Geoff, looked him down, then back up again. The buzzing in his palm continued and Geoff scratched at it in irritation. “Craig said you’re looking for a sniper?”
“Could use one, maybe.” Jack shrugged. “Depends on how much you cost.”
Ray seemed to contemplate that for a moment, then flicked his eyes back to Craig, who still hadn’t let go of his hoodie. Geoff wasn’t able to decipher what silent conversation was going on between them, but in the end they received a jerk of the head and the three of them followed Ray outside and around the corner.
“Look,” Ray started, once he’d taken up a comfortable position against the outside of the bar, “I know who you are. You’ve got a nice lock down on heroin by the pier and I bought a gun from one of your guys not too long ago. From what I’ve heard you aren’t into too much and you like to keep things simple and clean. If this is a power move, I’m not interested. I like to keep out of the game if I can.”
“This isn’t for power.” Jack assured him, using what Geoff had dubbed his “mom voice”. “We’ve grown a bit bigger than just the two of us and having a set of eyes keeping watch would be a bit of a load off of my shoulders.”
Ray nodded slowly, still looking unimpressed.
“Let’s be honest, here, the only reason we’re even having this conversation right now is because Craig here insisted you were special. I’m still waiting to hear what exactly special means.” Geoff prodded, still contemplating pulling out his gun and blowing Craig’s kneecaps off anyways. “As much as I agree with Jack here, we’ve been running things just the two of us for a long time and there’s still the issue of how much you cost.”
Jack and he worked the best when they disagreed; the back and forth tended to ease negotiations and lighten the mood, but also put a sense of urgency on whatever offer they were willing to put down. The thought that they could walk away at any second with no deal tended to stress out a lot of the less seasoned dealers, and they worked that over as best they could.
The sensation in his left palm turned to heat, and the buzzing slithered up his arm like a whip, into his head. The next thing Geoff knew he was no longer next to the vape bar with Jack and Ray with the sun just starting to go down, but with Craig alone. It was clearly nighttime, and Geoff’s head spun a little.
Craig was shaking in fear, but the blood on his face was gone, and he looked showered and healthy. He was wearing different clothes—similar to the ones he’d just had on, but with a slight variation; Geoff didn’t think anyone would wear so much orange willingly, but Craig was apparently just that kind of person. Someone was in front of him, arm outstretched, reaching for him, but there was still a car’s length of space between the two. Geoff couldn’t make out any details of him hiding in the dark like he was, but he could clearly read the fear on Craig’s face.
“Where’s the Source?” The voice was deep, older and commanding.
“No, wait! Just wait!” Craig whimpered and took a couple of rapid steps back. Whoever was in front of him didn’t bother to follow.
“Where is he?” the voice demanded again, and when Craig didn’t answer a moment later, too frozen in terror, the hand squeezed shut. In an instant, metal was flying through the air and slicing through skin. Blood sprayed and Craig wailed in pain.
Geoff jumped back, eyes refocusing on Jack, Ray, and Craig. Alive. The brick of the outside of the vape bar was back, the sun was still in the sky, and there was no trace that anyone had been there with them. Craig was still relatively in one piece, though his face was back to beaten and bloody.
He could feel the sweat pouring down his back, and he felt like he was on fire. Shrugging off the leather jacket he had donned for the meeting, he could feel the inside lining was soaked.
“Are you okay?” Jack asked, hand brushing against Geoff’s shoulder. “You just went blank there for a minute.
“I have no fucking clue what just happened.” Geoff managed to answer after a moment, furrowing his brows. He looked back at the other two standing opposite of them. Ray was leaning far more heavily against the side of the bar, looking just as shaky as Geoff felt.
“Did you…?” Geoff trailed off for a moment and shook his head. He felt a bit fuzzy, like there was something he was forgetting.
“What are you talking about?” Jack shifted more protectively in front of him, hands on both his shoulders now and moving to move Geoff away from the others. “Geoff, did you have a stroke or something? Do you need to sit down?”
“No, I’m fine. I just saw… whatever, I’ll tell you later.” Geoff gently brushed off Jack’s hands and sent him a quick reassuring smile.
“What did you see?”
Geoff blinked, then leaned to see around Jack. Ray hadn’t budged an inch from his spot, eyes behind sleek square glasses narrowed, trained carefully on him. Geoff didn’t really want to try to figure out what the hell that meant just now.
He shrugged, and shook his head. “I just saw some guy kill Craig in the weirdest hallucination ever.”
Craig went pale and turned, mouth agape to Ray. “Shit, did you just…? Oh god.”
“You saw it or you just thought about it?” Jack quirked an eyebrow, still very concerned. He was shit at keeping the mother hen in him hidden.
“Nah, saw it. It was night out and you two weren’t there. I’m telling you, I’m not crazy, but I think I might be crazy.”
“Well shit.” Ray mumbled, looking annoyed.
“Wait, did you see—?”
“Nah.” Ray shrugged. “I don’t see things.”
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He sees the future? Is that what you just did?” Craig asked, voice up two panicked octaves from the last time he opened his mouth. “Fuck, I’m dead.”
Wait. There was a far-away feeling that came from Craig’s blithering. Geoff felt lightheaded, but he noticed the buzzing in his left palm was gone. That was weird. Unless it wasn’t. The far-away feeling dissipated and with a snap Geoff was back to feeling normal and desperately trying to put things together in his head.
“Is that what you meant by special?” He turned towards Ray. “You can make me see things?”
“The future, apparently.” Ray corrected tiredly. “But yeah. Now that I know I can’t control this as well as I thought, and you’ve actually got something useful, I guess I should work with you for a while.”
“Would someone fucking tell me what’s going on?” Jack moved to pull Geoff away again, this time shielding him, when Ray waved a hand, gesturing closer.
“You guys heard of the Bellamy Bridge incident?” Ray sunk down the side of the building, resting his arms on the tops of his knees.
“Christ, not this again.” Jack sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It is not a conspiracy—”
“Not a conspiracy, an incident. There was an outbreak of fire. Police will say it was a semi that crashed and blew up,” Ray stated, “but it wasn’t a semi and there was actually a guy who was throwing literal balls of fire. But what nobody else knows is that the guy throwing fire was actually only able to throw fire because his friend was feeling funny and accidentally gave him the ability.”
“And you would know that because…?” Jack trailed off slowly. Geoff needed another drink, watching Jack figure the logic out of what had just happened to him.
“I know the friend. His name is Marcus and he went missing last week. He was talking to me about it, about how it felt, and I told him I was getting the same feeling every once in awhile. We had a little chat, he said he was scared and so he went crawling to some asshole going by the name ‘Corpirate’ for protection. That was the last I saw of him and it’s taken me a while, but I figured out what the fuck that feeling was. Certain people trigger it, it’s like this weird buzzing. Usually I can just walk away from someone and it goes away, but apparently I don’t have control over it today.”
“This is some crazy shit.” Geoff breathed, pulling at the front of his shirt to let the cooling air in. He was still too hot, too thirsty, and too sick of this shit.
“Yeah, well, you can see why I don’t want anyone to know. Whatever it is, it’s different with different people. The last time this happened to me I shrank a dude.” Ray shrugged nonchalantly. “He went back to normal and I got the fuck out of there before anyone could figure out it was me, but as far as I know, I don’t control any of it.”
“So what, you just give people the ability to do crazy shit?” Jack scrubbed a hand through his beard and turned to look back at Geoff. “And you were able to see the future?”
“It felt fucking real. I felt it, that weird buzzing. It was on my hand and it was bugging me, and then I saw—” He cut himself off, confused. He didn’t seriously just see the fucking future, did he?
“Yeah, I could feel you doing whatever it was that you were doing. I can usually feel when people can do things, but it felt like you were pulling on me.” Ray adjusted his glasses before tugging the hood of his hoodie up over dark hair. “All I know is that it’s not safe for people to know what you know. As long as you keep your mouth shut about it, I’ll work with you. Having someone who can see into the future would be useful.”
Geoff glanced over to Jack, who made eye contact for a moment before shrugging. “Done. We’ll go over details later, let’s get the fuck out of here.”