Things never got easier for Scott.
Just like they always do.
"Scott, do you know our pimp is getting out today?" Robertson informed.
"What? "
"Don't say I didn't tell you but...the asshole is to be released thirty minutes from now."
Scott doubled over, "How the hell is it happening? "
"No, ask why the hell did it not happen earlier?! "Robertson said, defiantly.

A realisation came to Scott, "It's the President, isn't it? The fucking president and the fucking Russians!"

Now he calmed down.
Silence ensued.
"What are we going to do? " Scott whispered.

Robertson James had no better idea, he said.

As far as the matter was concerned, Slovak Gabson was going out by 9:30.
"Another criminal to run the streets. "
"This is bullshit. America is way better than this. " Scott whined, "What about the captured? "
"Well, " Robertson began, "As per the deal, they'll be released. "

"And the family of the lady who's been killed? " Scott retorted, "What about the news? Does he think he'll just keep lying to people's faces? "

***
9:15
To an outsider, Slovak Gabson could as well have been the happiest man alive.
The cologne he was wearing, adjourned to his amit-sixpiece suit, gave a handsome look to his amorphous body.
Now he buttoned his shirt. Now he drank some juice. Now he cursed.
Now he laughed.
Now he hated Americans.
Now he hated Russians.
Now he said, "Fuck you!"
Now...
"Mr. Slovak, there's a call for you. " A prison guard said.
"Tell him to Fuck off, I'm busy. "
"Might be urgent! " The guard cowered.

Slovak smirked, "What part of Tell him to Fuck off, I'm busy did you not understand, pussycat? "
"I'll go! "

"Alright, tell him I'm coming. "
***

"Hello. "
"Slovak, how you doing mate? " The voice at the other end sniggered.
"Is this a joke to you, Mr. Whoever-the-fuck-you-are? "
"What if I tell you I'm the President? "
"I'd still give zero fucks."

The voice remained calm, "You're making this hard for me mate. My boys are letting you out. This be the last time Gab, otherwise, I might terminate the contract. "

"Do your stuff, old man. And lemme do mine. That OK with you? " Gabson slammed the phone down.