04:14:47 AM

Craig sat down his Big Gulp and studied the computer monitor. Victor and Guillermo were wrestling on the ground. Nothing unusual. Craig switched to the feed of the room where Jason and Dr. Reeves were being held. “Uh, boss,” he said. “You should see this.”

The Mastermind walked over to the monitor and frowned. Reeves had flipped the table on Marcos and the idiot was singing like a canary. Luckily, his knowledge was inconsequential. “And where are the idiot twins?” the Mastermind asked calmly.

Craig switched the feed, revealing them rolling across the floor.

“Figures,” the Mastermind said, clicking on blue tooth. The Mastermind watched Victor release Guillermo from a headlock, walk across the room and answer the phone.

“Who is this?” Victor said. “This is a private number.”

“It’s me, you idiot,” the Mastermind said. “Stop fooling around and get into the holding cell. Marcos has been taken hostage. Take control of the situation. And try to do it without killing someone.”

The line went dead.