"Spoon, give me some missions, damn it."
Never, not even once in this new life, had he imagined himself asking for something like that.
It was time to actually move, to stop circling around thoughts and start putting everything into motion. What he needed first was money. That was it. Everything else could come after.
Right after all three of his visitors stepped out, Blake turned his full attention back to the blueprints. He studied them carefully, eyes narrowing as he traced over every corridor, every section, every labeled block.
If he wanted to move without raising suspicion, especially from Myles, he had to be precise, careful and efficient.
He needed a place that served two purposes at once: something useful for his plans, and something that wouldn't immediately scream suspicious activity.
Eventually, he reached a conclusion.
It worked. It fit both requirements.
Unfortunately for him, it was also probably the most dangerous option he could've picked.
The AFE.
