"The gentleman has agreed, and what's been eaten will also be spit out."
Casare heard the relay from the other end, a smile flashing across his face, "I understand."
Just as he was about to hang up, he heard Jason Bourne's voice lower, "Olinjo. Fawcett shouldn't be allowed to live."
"Is that the boss's sentiment?" Fat Casare raised an eyebrow in query.
"Certainly not, it's just my opinion, but... don't you think someone like him remaining will affect the gentleman's reputation? During such a high tide of our endeavors, even the tiniest issues can be magnified by the shameless!" Jason Bourne's voice grew lower, "You wouldn't want the gentleman to be looked down upon, would you."
Casare fell silent for a moment.
"I understand, I'll handle it."
Jason Bourne, "I trust you."
After hanging up the phone, Casare sat in his chair and smoked a cigarette, making a call to the Deputy Director of the intelligence department, "Augustine, grab your men and come out with me."
