Obi, as usual, pretended as though he did not notice the thugs who had just walked into the train station. Instead, he began to use his phone for the actual reason he had been waiting to use it.
“Temperature rising,” he typed on his phone and sent to his supervisor.
“Noted,” came the replay, almost immediately. “Stand by, and identify potential hostiles.”
Instantly, Obi described the seven strangers who had just recently come into the station, and were looking around. He described Goat as well, Hammer, and the rest of those he was sure were around for the deal.
A part of him felt like a traitor, for ratting out on his colleagues in crime. But in truth, he was not a traitor; he was an infiltrator, a foe who had slipped in behind enemy lines to sabotage the work of those who had destroyed his life years ago. So in essence, he wasn’t a traitor.
Hammer took out his phone and listened into it; instantly, Obi knew the Boss was around. Fortunately, he had positioned himself at a huge concrete pillar, which meant that anyone who wanted to approach him from behind would not be able to see him, his form being obscured by the building’s supporting structure.
Instantly, Obi deleted the conversation between himself and his police supervisor, and opened the browser on his phone, locating pictures of expensive cars. A short moment afterwards, the massive form of the Boss swung around the pillar against which he was leaning, and casually took his phone.
Obi expected him to do that, but he pretended to register an expression of mixed surprise and disgust, until he looked at the face of the Boss, at which point his face melted back into the usual bland expression he often had. “You’re here, Boss,” was all he said.
“You like cars?” the Boss asked, actually more interested in knowing what Obi was doing with his phone. “If I get enough money,” replied Obi, “I’ll buy a fancy one.” Apparently satisfied that Obi wasn’t doing anything counterproductive to his cause, the Boss returned his phone. “Come with me,” the Boss said. “Let’s clinch this deal together.”
“What of the others?” Obi asked, to which the Boss replied, “they’ll keep an eye out for any trouble.”
“Good, Boss,” Obi replied, getting into step behind the Boss as they walked towards the seven thugs who had spotted them and were now waiting for them to draw closer.
And at that moment, more people came into the station. Mostly commuters, but Obi recognized a cop or two in plain clothes. He tool no notice of them.
To be continued...
Thanks for coming!
That little boy,
