CHAPTER 13
"We have a meeting with the military governor next week. The old man is requesting some arms", Killian said.
It's been two weeks since the attack at the club and Brian was a bit happy that security had been beefed up. They still didn't know who was behind that attack as the only surviving invader had died that night.
"How much is he asking for this time?", Brian asked.
They were regular suppliers of arms to the military government. Even though it really wasn't allowed, Brian still found a way to deliver the goods to those who needed it.
"A little close to a million", Jack said.
Brian sat back in his chair. The request this time around was huge. This was much more bigger than the ones they usually supplied. Not that they weren't capable, it was all a matter of security. Sending goods as sensitive as arms and ammunitions were bound to draw in attention and that was something Brian desperately wanted to avoid.