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Sydney, Australia
In the basement of an abandoned building, a roguish-looking hunk who looked to be in his late twenties let out a piercing whistle for silence. Eight pairs of eyes focused on him with rapt attention. After all, he called the shots.
“I can tell you’re excited,” Jaxon Spencer bellowed from where he stood in the doorway. His hard gaze shifted from one face to the other. “But don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched. “You will only get that money if you execute the job I’m about to give you to my satisfaction.”
“We won’t disappoint you,” One of the eight men said with confidence, eliciting agreeing nods from the others.
“Succeed, and you’re set for life with your share of that money you’re all excited about. Fuck up and you’ll find yourself in the lion’s den with no help.” Jaxon stared the men down.
“What do we have to do?” The oldest amongst the men asked.