Chapter Seventy-Three

The situation is dire and I haven't even gotten the full picture yet. It frightens me what we're speeding towards, what exactly awaits me at the end of this drive?

Fawn huffs, her nervous laughter turning into near whimpering sighs, "He needs an extraction because Letharguy has been acting pretty weird lately. Something is up and people have been dropping like flies around him, his network within the gang is crumbling and they're closing in on him."

"What exactly did his network do? How much heat could he have generated?"

Fawn sighs, "When nearly all your plans towards a certain rival are foiled time and time again and you're suddenly vulnerable to all their attacks to the point where it feels like they have all your weaknesses in a ready box."

"Oh." I mutter.