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Author: YEMII WRIITES
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“You’re speaking to the President of the republic,” the voice snapped, trembling with rage. “The father of the man you murdered.”

Logan kept the phone close to his ear, his eyes narrowed as the weight of the voice on the other end sank in.

“President Luther?” he repeated, confused. “Why the hell are you calling me? I didn’t kill your son.”

There was silence for about a minute. Then the voice returned, laced with more anger.

“You’re not even worth interrupting my sleep for, Logan. But I’m making an exception.” the president paused for a second before continuing. “You’ll show up tomorrow at Lutheriux Lounge. Don’t be late.”

Logan blinked. “Lutheriux Lounge? Where’s that?”

A bitter chuckle came through the line. “You really are just a novice, aren’t you? A special assassin breed… you even sound like a teenager! You better not be.”

Logan frowned. “What the stink is that supposed to mean, Mr. President sir?”

“How can a full-time killer not know the biggest name lounge in all of Brixton me
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