Chapter 20: CORD

I was crossing the names of the players and their known associates and the shit that was unfolding before my eyes only helped to send my pressure through the roof. There was a fuck load of money changing hands between parties, but they were sending the shit through so many channels it would be hard for an inexperienced eye to catch on. Then I peeled back the first layer we'd found so far and that zing became a hum.

"If this shit turns out to be about money, I'm gonna lose my shit. I found the General." Are you shitting me? These fucks were willing to sell out their country for a few million pieces of fucking paper? We all know the rumors, we've heard worse than what's being reported on the evening news.

If our government was willing to sacrifice a few thousand of its own to build a fucking pipeline in the Middle East, I might hate that shit, but I gotta figure those fucks know what they're doing. But if these fucks were only out to pad their own bottom line, I'll end every last one