"This is odd…"
Salvadors called upon the twelve heads of the Theater ship along with Pops.
Something had been bothering him for a while now.
The movie had been completed safely.
The authors, actors, even the crew were fine. And all the cost and loans were manageable.
The editing was going well.
So far so good, right?
But-
Then came the question. "Why the fuck haven't they pulled anything?"
Yeah, Salvadors set up double agents and all that. But the opposition should have done that as well.
So, something just didn't add up.
"Maybe they're planning to throw us off?" Kevein said. "I used to do that. strike just when everything went well for my enemy!"
There weren't any seats in this standing meeting room but given how badly some of them were paranoid- it was only natural they wanted to have a seat.
Salvadors sighed. "We're not talking about gangsters and cutting people's legs off Kev."
