Chapter 8

"What do you suggest then? Hightail?" Nick asked as he emerged from the backdoor where he had lit a cigarette. "And let our stack keep wasting? For every week we let that stuff sir, we risk losing it to other thieves, risk it being discovered too and let's not talk about the value going down in the black market. It's been years already, we clean it now or I don't know when else we'll get this chance again" Pete replied angrily. "Then we must continue the job then. Baby sitters for life" Nick said with a sarcastic smile and sat on the floor, cross legged in his usual fashion. "The old man won't let me call the shots, he's a persistent prick, he's using us big time, not even a step to cleaning our stack, I bet you he could do that with just a signature and a call but no, he's making sure he has what he wants first. He's wasting my darn time" Pete stated still fuming. "Have you spoken with him to speed things up?" "Like hell I have, he won't budge, just gave me a few hundred dollars