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Oleg Yashkov

“I hear you're looking for me,” the voice said calmly over the phone. It belonged to

Mihail.

“Yeah, we have,” I said with a clenched fist. “Somebody else has been talking to our

doctor friend about doing the same kind of deal.”

“We're talking about Dr. Nick Johnson, right?”

I swallowed hard, as now I knew he was a threat, how else would he know the doctor's

name?

“How do you know his name?” I asked trying to keep my voice calm.

“What, am I stupid?” he asked. “After the Philly mess, I told Fred that I wanted in on

whatever the hell you guys were working and he agreed. I think maybe he thought I would run to

the cops, who knows…”

Funny how I didn't hear that from Fred.

“You think what happened to those people in Philly can't happen to you?” I screamed

into the cell phone.

“What are you talking about, you crazy asshole?” Mihail asked with a mocking tone.

“We are on the same team here…wait a minute, you think that I'm involved with this other group

talking to Dr. Johnson?”

“You're a dead man,” I told him. “If I see you anywhere around the doctor again, I will

take you out.”

“Listen, for the last time, we are on the same side,” Mihail yelled. “Talk to Fred.”

I hung up the phone and shook Karel who was sleeping in the front seat.

Timothy Gilbert

Damage Control

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