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CH992: Endgame...?
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{A.N: Cherish and enjoy the little things in life, because one day you will look back and realize they were big things.}
Enjoy the Chapter!
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A car stopped on the lot of a suburban home in a quiet area of Bogota city.
A weary looking Enrique Taro got out of the car and walked into the home. He removed his casual suit jacket and threw onto a sofa chair as he walked to the kitchen.
He picked a glass cup from an upper cabinet and placed it on the kitchen table while he reached for a tequila bottle in the fridge.
"You look like shit." A voice startled him as he poured himself a drink.
He almost dropped the bottle and reached for the gun behind his waist but he recognised the voice.
He looked up and saw two figures had joined him in the kitchen.
They were Korede and Temitope.
