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Chapter 67
As Jayson drove through the streets, his phone began to ring; pulling out the device, he could already see who the caller was. “Nathan, how are you?” Jayson asked, swerving into another street, his eyes glued to the road. “I'm fine, commander,” Nathan replied, the smile evident in his voice. Jayson sighed “How many times will I have to tell you that you don't have to be formal with me? Just call me Jayson.” “I would get used to it along the line” Nathan giggled. “Alright, I hope you do; what is the matter? Have you gotten any useful information about Thompson?” Jayson inquired, hoping Nathan found something interesting. Nathan sighed. “Nothing for now, although I can tell that there is something fishy going on; he seems to be an expert in covering his tracks, but don't worry, now
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