FRANKLIN ROCK
The three men paused as they watched Franklin disappear into the lake. “They wanna drown the mic on him, just in case.” One of them said with a frown.

In a few minutes, Franklin was out, walking on the other side of the lake, his clothes soaking wet. He felt disgusted walking with wet hair and clothes.

“Hey, Mr. This is for you.” He heard a voice behind him then he turned and saw a little kid handing him something.

He didn't care to see what it was, he quickly waved his hands at the kid, “Listen kid, go meet your Mama, I'm not interested.” He said harshly.

“I'm not selling the phone. Some dude gave me 30 bucks to give this to the first wet guy I see.” As the kid explained, the phone started ringing, “Here.” The kid said once more then Franklin reached for it.

As he placed the call close to his ear, the kid ran off.

“You see the building in front of you?” Sucre said as soon as the call connected.

“Yes, I see it.”

“Go inside.” Sucre said.

Franklin frowned, his palm form
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