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The phone rang within forty-eight hours, the screen flashing a blocked caller ID. It told Drift exactly who it was. And he wasn’t happy with answering in the slightest.
“What?” He snapped.
A voice on the other side chuckled. “Well, that’s no way to treat an old friend.”
“We are not friends in the slightest. Do you have the information I asked for?” Lady walked by the conference room at that exact moment. He motioned for her to join him. She took the phone from his ear and put it on speaker.
“-that’s just hurtful. And here I thought you reached out to me wanting to make peace.” Drift could practically see his menacing grin, his voice in venomous undertones.
“What are you trying to say?” Drift growled at the other. “I am not in the mood to play games. Especially not your kind.”
“Straight to business. I’ve always admired that about you, you know. Alright then, I’ve found her.”
He froze in his tracks. Lady’s eyes widened, whether from fear or astonishment, he couldn’t tell. Raceway appeared at their side, confusion etched across his face.
Drift took his eyes off the phone, whispering. “BURNOUT.” Raceway stared in shock, then in anger. “You-”
“Oh, stop panicking already. I don’t have her.”
All attention snapped back to the phone. “What do you mean, you don’t have her? Where is she?”
“She’s probably been moved by now, but if it will help you-”
“It will.” Drift snapped. Burnout had wasted too much time already.
“As I was saying before I was oh so rudely interrupted, I found her in D.C.. But you’re going to have to hire someone else to rescue her.” He muttered something else unintelligible under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Oh nothing… nothing that will be of concern to you.” A motorcycle roared to life through the phone.
“Why would I get someone else? You’re already there. Start giving me real answers. I’m getting tired of these kniving truths, Burnout.” Drift snapped before he had a second chance to think about it.
“It’s for the very same reason, my dear Drift, that you do not deal with other thieves. I don’t deal with the CIA.”