Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN

MR. Callan'S POV "There is no way we can ambush those guys and be successful. Y'all, that is the Wall Street Pack we are talking about, they must have intensified their security or maybe changed the position of the goddamned staff. We are doomed to fail in this mission" Lloyd, the earth Elemental Laments and I nod. He is right. If there's one thing if know about Hardin, it's the fact that he is as smart as a tortoise. There is no way in the history if werewolves that that staff would be where it was the last time we went to steal it . He must have already changed the position and mind you, it is one very technical one. But then, I have got my ways and to tell you what, I've got everything sorted out. I'm about to give them some mind-blowing information! "Lloyd is right, going back there to get that staff will be an impossible mission, suicide mission if I might add" "So what do you suggest we do?" Alpha Lance asks. "Well, good for you all, I have a few connections and I've got this so