After the call ended with Romero, the girls looked at me with anticipation in their eyes, silently asking if they would be part of this operation.
"I'll handle this one," I said, my voice firm and decisive.
I needed a way to cross the border with the Clown Mafia without getting caught.
I decided to call someone who is already on their side. I was pretty sure that he would be the right person. I have met him only once while training under the Scarlet Pope; he is a rank 1 member of the Red Cross.
Dialing his number, I waited for him to answer.
"Ron?" I spoke into the phone once he picked up.
"Yes?" came his prompt response.
"I need you to meet me in a car at Lee's Bridge at 1 AM," I instructed, keeping my tone low. "I'll be arriving on foot, dressed in camouflage. Don't be alarmed. Bring a few containers of water with you, some soap, and a yellow jacket."
"Sure thing," Ron replied without hesitation.
