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GODFATHER ?
( Bounded By Honour. . . )
CHAPTER 24&25: HOLD ME TIGHT, ANASTASIA.
By; Holland Cisca.
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Pablo phoned John, asking him of his location. “Can you see my hands up?” John said, waving his hand high.
Pablo sighted him from afar and went towards his direction. He ordered Cornell, Marcos and Al to wait behind while he goes to meet with John alone.
“Let me guess, your father has passed down the empire to you, hasn’t he?” John said, standing up.
“You said we should meet here, what is it you want to discuss with me?” Pablo asked, ignoring his question.
John smiled. “You’re a smart fellow, mate. Please have a seat.” He gestured to him to sit down. “I need your help.” He requested.
“What help?”
“I wanna run a transaction with you, and I need one of your hackers to do it for me.”
“Why should I help you?”
“Because I’ve heard your father has the best hackers in the state.”
“So?”
“I need your hacker to help me steal from the national bank. But don’t worry, you have a commission for it.”
“How much is my gain?” Pablo asked.
“I’ll give you forty percent of the cash if it works out well, while I take sixty percent.”
“Forty percent? Isn’t that too much just for a hacker?” He asked.
“What do you think?” John asked back.
“Why should I trust you?” He asked.
“You don’t have to trust me. Besides, I’ve worked for your father for years now and we still work for each other even till now. So, are you in or not?” He asked.
After a thoughtful while, “I’m in.” He agreed.
“I have every thing ready, I just need a hacker for it. Here,” he gives him a card, “that’s my location tonight. Meet me at nine.”
Pablo stands up. He puts the card in his pocket, leaving.
“What did he say?” Al asked as they headed back to the car.
“We’re gonna steal from the national bank tonight, so he needs a hacker to run the operation.” He replied.
“How much percent is your share for it?” Cornell asked.
Pablo looked at him. “Forty percent.”
“Forty percent?” Cornell asked, surprised. “And you trust him?”
“I don’t. But let’s just hope the transaction goes successfully. We’re heading to his place tonight, by nine.” Marcos opened the back seat door for him to enter.
They zoomed off.
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>JOHN’S ABANDONED WAREHOUSE≈9:05 PM<
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Pablo drove to the abandoned warehouse with his men. He had some of his men surround the warehouse in places where John and his men wouldn’t see them.
Pablo walked into the building, and to his left is the hacker he had brought with him for the mission. The gadgets and the rest of the equipment for the transaction were ready, while they patiently waited for Pablo to show up.
“His name is Theodore, he’s our hacker for tonight.” He announced.
John scanned the young boy with his eyes from head down to his toe. “Are you sure he can do this?” He asked.
“He is one of the best, trust me, you’ll love him.” Pablo assured him.
Theodore is just twenty three but Vito’s favourite hacker. He uses him for difficult missions and there was no type of account or system Theodore can break into. That’s why Vito always calls him the computer brainiac.
“If you say so. So,” he clapped his hands, “shall we begin?”
Theodore was given a seat to start the operation. His fingers were moving so fast on the keyboard as he typed in letters and words at the same time. They only have barely thirty minutes to run the operation successfully without getting caught.
When Theodore finally hacked the bank account, he typed in the twelve digit letters and the bank account was opened.
John laughed in excitement, and he told him how much he wanted to be withdrawn into his own account. “Withdraw nineteen million dollars to my account.” Theodore typed in the code and amount and the transfer began immediately.
Right before their eyes the money began to count in hundreds, thousands then to millions. When the money got to nineteen million dollars, it stopped counting and the transfer was cancelled.
John took the small device the transfer took place, kissing it. “Nineteen million dollars it is.” He laughed hard.
“Send me your details.” He requested.
Pablo typed his details, sending it to him. Immediately, John ran a quick transfer but to Pablo’s amazement, he has just ran a thirty percent transaction.
“Why thirty?” He asked, annoyed.
“What were you expecting?”
“We discussed it should be forty, and besides, you said it yourself. Have you forgotten already?”
“I’m sorry, Mr Escobar, not all promises are made to be fulfilled. Well, thank you for your help, I really do appreciate it. Looking forward to working with you in the future.”
John made his way to the door.
“Marcos, what time is it?” Pablo said,
Marcos touched a button on his wrist watch, sending signals to the guards outside to take position.
