Johnson!!

Marcus' shock was palpable, his grip on the phone tightening as his mind reeled with the implications of this newfound information. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low, urgent whisper.

The General, unmoved by Marcus' disbelief, remained steadfast. "Yes, lord," he confirmed, his tone grim and unwavering. "I'm standing at the front of his house right now," he added, his words a testament to the gravity of the situation.

Marcus, his jaw clenched in anger, gave his orders with a singular focus. “Leave now!” He said through gritted teeth.

“Yes lord,” The general replied.

Marcus hung up the phone, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed his teeth might shatter. "Johnson, you just messed with the wrong person, ask Don," he muttered under his breath, the veins on his neck standing out as his anger coursed through him like a wildfire.

With a deep breath, he turned to face the receptionist and the doctors, who were waiting nearby.

As if a mask had been donned, Marcus's face transformed, hi