Chapter 296: Secret Operations VIII
"What do you mean, Rick? Haven’t I done things for this organization? Isn’t there a significant change and shift now, both in methods and available tools, than in the last two years?"
Alvarez turned to Athena next, desperation dripping from his tone. "Weren’t you impressed when you stepped in here weeks ago and saw the improved state of operations? What else could feasibly run this place if not money?"
Athena didn’t bother to respond.
Whatever Alvarez said today, whatever ploys he attempted, the final decree was that he would be cooling his heels in the black cells by the end of the day. Nothing was going to change her mind.
Meanwhile, Rick let out a humorless laugh, a dry chuckle that sent tendrils of fear, snake-like, down Alvarez’s spine.
"You think I don’t know that our old Boss from the CIA funnels running funds to us every month? Enough money to cover operational costs and then some? You’re just too greedy!"
The revelation hit Alvarez hard; he paled visibly as both Athena and Aiden, new to this insight, turned to Rick in shock.
"Boss sends money monthly?" They both asked simultaneously.
Rick nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Athena felt a surge of relief that she had reconnected with the Boss, grateful she had chosen to unblock his number. She needed to speak with him again to express her thanks, right after this interrogation.
"How did you know?" Alvarez’s soft question caught Athena’s attention—and not in a good way. The man was leading them in circles, and with Chelsea set to arrive any minute, her patience was wearing thin.