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“Huh, I found a kidnapped girl, and I’m wondering how this ties in with what you’re investigating.” You make the first inquiry.
“A girl? How is she doing?” Wessam is worried. What a stand-up guy…
“She’s not in immediate danger.” Great job there, you sound like one of the kidnappers. “I mean, I helped her. She’s fine. Like, alive and thriving so far. Yeah.”
“Kid, years of experience tell me who I can trust and who I can’t. You’re fine. Just don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Wessam has the hunch you’re doing this for her. “Now as far as what you’re asking, I won’t dumb this down, I don’t have the time nor the brainpower to do so, now listen carefully.”
“I am.” You’re ready to do the careful thing.
“You haven’t forgotten about what I told you about Scott, right?” Wessam wants to make sure how far back he needs to explain.
“I remember.” You adjust your glasses for no discernible effect.
“Good. The rich family with ties to the underground I told you about? One of the big five, still figuring out which one. If you don’t know who the Big Five are, don’t worry, just know they’re rich enough to buy the entire country.” Wessam is spitting facts without a second thought. “But I know who they’re working with: the Rokyo Clan. Lokyo’s mob. Who also has ties with the Rokyo Clan? Our man, Sewel Scott. He’s the kind of guy who makes people disappear off the face of the earth without leaving a trace. And I’m afraid his pattern of actions is very similar to what this girl must’ve endured. He kidnaps them, drops them at this apartment building, then does the deed. But there’s a twist. He doesn’t kill them. No. He has gone against his orders for decades. What he actually does is set up a new identity for them and moves them out somewhere else.”
“Wait, are you telling me he was setting this girl up to… <span class="mu-i">help her</span>?” You didn’t see this coming. You actually fucked up.
“Kid, he’s not helping anyone, it’s either that or death.” Wessam doesn’t have the same impression. “That's the best case scenario, anyhow. And this charade couldn’t go on forever. A subsidiary family within the clan found out about this scam, and tried to take matters into their own hands. They set up an ambush yesterday, and… <span class="mu-i">they mistook me for him</span>, I guess we look alike in the dark of the night. I dropped my key when they started chasing after me, and the rest is history. I assume you used it.”
“I did… But how did you find out all of this in one night?” You think the reporter learned a lot in one night.
