T E N T H

A WEEK EARLIER. . .

The kid who always gets praised by his boss. The kid who always had the potential and intelligence, enters the meeting room of his crew. A serious aura surround the room as he enters. Carrying his usual stuff, the kid takes a seat.

"You're late," The boss of the group speaks once the kid settles down on his seat.

"I'm sorry, sir. I came from the Xanthos residence," The kid slightly bows his head.

Their boss sits up straight in his seat, showing much anticipation. "And...?" All eyes of the group turned to the kid who now fidgets his fingers.

"T-they're planning a break-in..." The kid trails off. "At San Diego group of companies," He spills.

"What's with San Diego?" Their boss sips on his tea, getting all comfortable in listening what his men is saying

"They assumed he's the one holding the Gem, sir" The kid adjusts to his seat.

Their boss knits his brows "Where did that came from?"