A TRAITOR

Damien's pov

I sat in my office. The men were scheduled to leave at midnight.

I glanced at the clock: 10:30 p.m. We still had about one hour and thirty minutes.

The door creaked open and Anderson came in.

“Any news?” I asked as our gazes met.

“No, everything’s still in place,” he answered.

“We...

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