5:06:23 AM

The Mastermind’s instructions to Marcos were very clear. Everyone will stay in one room from now on. No funny business. Reeves and Victor were not to be taken to a hospital. They were not to take any action whatsoever. A cleaner was on his way.

“You don’t look like a cleaner,” Marcos said, sizing up the new arrival.

“You don’t look like a complete jackass,” Craig countered. “So, I guess that makes us even.”

“No, what I mean is… You look like a nerd or something. One of those guys always slouched over his laptop.”

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Craig said. “Regardless of what I look like, I am now in charge and you will do exactly what I say. Bring that table over here, now.”

Marcos and Guillermo grabbed the table and delivered it at his feet. They lifted Victor on top of the table and held him down forcefully.

“This is gonna hurt a little,” Craig said, pouring alcohol on the wound.

Victor screamed and just as quickly fainted.

“This is gonna be easier than I thought,” Craig quipped.