THE ROOFTOP

“Listen Timothy, I…” Byron was about to say when Tbaj interrupted him.

“It's Tbaj.” He corrected.

“Whatever.” Byron fixed his eyes on him as they both walked towards the hole leading to his cell.

“I believe we had a deal… and I'd be needing a little something from you.”

He added, “I know you're somewhat close to John…. And we are both aware he has a cellphone.”

“What about it?” Tbaj tried to climb the hole above them but Byron stopped him.

“Wait… I need that cellphone, and I need it now.”

Tbaj chuckled, “No problem. What else should I do? Walk up to the General and collect his gun? Or even tell him to leave his bed for me to lay on it.”

“I'm being serious, Tbaj.” Byron sensed the sarcasm in his tone.

“What? Are you crazy? You want me to walk right into death? John doesn't go anywhere without his phone. He literally baths with it…”

“I don't care, okay? Just get me his phone.” Byron cut him short, his aura fierce.

He has to make a phone call and he has to do it immediately.

“You're as
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