A/N) Thank you for all the comments! All your questions about how someone got into the Compound, how the Red Book was stolen will be answered over the following few chapters... Please bear with me as the answers come out!

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CHAPTER NINE

The Winter Soldier

Monday 20th June 2016

Steve frowned. "The Red Book?"

Tony cursed. He hadn't wanted Rogers to have known just yet, not until they'd succeeded in bringing Barnes into the Avengers. His long-term plan was to unite the two friends again but not until after the Accords situation had been sorted. The Red Book being taken complicated matters and could just throw the Accords off.

Shaking his head again as the drowsiness wore off from the sleeping agent, Tony gingerly got to his feet, steadying himself by his desk. Whoever had stolen the Red Book had, had no qualms in throwing Tony from his chair to the floor so they could access the secret compartment. No one save from Natasha had known where it was or what it was for.

Unless… His mind was ticking over, working furiously, to figure out who was behind this. He could make a guess but he doubted Ross would have done the job himself. "FRIDAY?"

There was no answer.

"She was disabled," answered Steve. "When I woke up she was the first thing I tried. Whoever did this disabled her without any of us knowing."

Tony groaned. "I'll have to reboot her." She might still be able to give them some answers but it depended on whether she had been hacked into by someone on site or an outsider. His vision blurred slightly again. "Yesterday Nat and I apprehended a man in Cleveland. He killed a former Hydra agent and had a Red Book with him which he recovered at the scene. The Red Book contains instructions on how to activate the Winter Soldier."

Steve's eyebrows rose.

"Only Nat knew I had it in here. We were keeping it safe so no one could use it against Barnes. I thought it was safe here." Tony dropped his chin down to his chest.

"Are you saying someone could control Bucky?" asked Steve, his voice tight. "I've been searching for him for two years. I've had no luck."

Tony winced. "It's possible. If they know where he is."

"Tony… Do you know where he is?" Steve leaned forward, hands pressed down on Tony's desk.

Exchanging a glance with Natasha who nodded slightly, Tony sighed. "Bucharest. Romania. He's been there a few months, living a quiet life."

"And you didn't tell me?" Steve's fists clenched. "I thought we were supposed to trust one another!"

"Steve," Natasha raised her hands, "we both decided not to tell you."

"Why? You know I've been searching for him! I can't believe you would keep this from me!"

"You can talk, keeping my parent's deaths from me for years," interjected Tony. "We only found the Red Book yesterday. At what point did we have a chance to tell you about it? We knew it existed, yes, but had no idea where it was until we got our hands on it."

"We've been searching for it for months. We figured telling you about the Red Book would be a mistake, lead the wrong people to his location until we had it ourselves," explained Natasha easily. "We were going to bring you in once the Accords were signed so we could bring Barnes back into the fold if he wanted to. Without the Accords to protect us we could have potentially led anyone to Barnes, any potential Hydra operative who could then use him. Better to leave him where he is whilst we worked to ensure the Red Book was found."

"We were thinking of his safety and ours," added Tony. "If someone else had found this Red Book and used it to control Barnes? Chaos."

"But that is exactly what is going to happen," said Steve. "What if they know where he is? What if they track him down?"

"FRIDAY is monitoring him," reassured Natasha. "He's been under surveillance with us for a while now." Which was true but not as long as they were leading Steve to believe.

"FRIDAY is currently down."

"Here, only," noted Tony. "Her servers are only down here. She should be fine in the other places she is installed. The only way they can take her down across her entire network is to attack her central computer system which only I have access to on the mainframe. She should have full footage of Barnes' hideout from the moment we began monitoring until whenever we stop. I'll make a check as soon as I've rebooted her here." He was already getting his phone out, logging onto his network.

Steve clenched his fists. "I can't be dealing with this right now."

"Steve…?" Natasha asked.

"Oh no…" Tony realised. He remembered what had happened at this point originally. Steve had hurriedly left to fly to London. "Peggy."

"How do you know?"

"I knew her, Steve." Tony had been too busy with the Accords last time to attend Peggy's funeral even though he had wanted to. The time hadn't been there for him. Same as it was now. "She was a constant figure in my life growing up. I knew her better then you did."

"Her funeral is on the 22nd June, the same day as the Accords signing," said Steve. "I have to be there for her."

"We need you at the signing, Cap," answered Tony. "I want to go to Peggy's funeral too but it is our duty to show unity on the Accords."

Steve shook his head. "No. I can't. I'll sign it when I get back."

"Steve…" Natasha stepped forward. "There are bigger things in play here. Ross has threatened Tony."

Tony's sharp gaze towards her proved he hadn't been expecting her to reveal that little nugget of information.

"Ross? The guy Tony replaced on the Accords Committee?" Steve moved back, surprise running across his features.

"Yes." Natasha folded her arms across her chest.

"You think he did this?" Steve gestured around the room at the mess in Tony's office.

"I do. Just paid someone to do it for him," replied Natasha.

Tony leaned back on his desk. "Ross has the contacts in place where he could learn the location of the Winter Soldier. If he gets his hands on the Red Book…" He had a feeling he knew what was going to happen.

"You believe he will use Bucky?" whispered Steve.

"On me, yes. He's threatened me. The Red Book is now missing. It fits." Tony hoped he was wrong. "He'll want to get revenge and he'll try to make it public, to try to split us apart by using Barnes." His fingers ran over his phone screen. "FRIDAY?"

"Is everything alright, boss?" her voice echoed through the room. "Something… a virus…"

"I know." Tony growled. "We're fine. Can you check on Barnes? His location?" He hoped they still had time. If Ross got his hands on the Winter Soldier…. It didn't bare thinking about. "If I'm right about this, Ross will not get his own hands dirty publicly. He'll do it privately, behind the scenes."

"Tony… are you sure?" Natasha had caught on. She was remembering the previous events too.

"I am."

"What is it?" Steve wasn't partial to what they knew about the future.

Their own knowledge was enabling them to jump to new conclusions of what could happen.

"Ross doesn't like the Accords as they are. He's also facing an investigation for keeping information from the President. He's looking at a prison sentence for treason though he has been given bail." Tony had been keeping that little nugget of information to himself. "He's got nothing left to lose. He'll try to disrupt the Accords signing with the Winter Soldier and attempt to get me in the process."

Steve fists banged on the table hard. "Damn it!"

Surprised by the outburst, Tony stepped away from Steve. "We need you here, Cap."

"I should be there for Peggy! I can't miss her funeral! But this…"

"Barnes needs you," said Natasha quietly. "Peggy is gone but you still have Barnes and if Tony is right and Ross does send the Winter Soldier after him then we need you there with us. You're the only one Barnes will listen to."

Steve sagged onto Tony's chair.

"Steve, the choice is yours," said Tony. "I'm not going to force you to do anything you do not want to do. But if Barnes shows up…"

"You need another super-soldier…" muttered Steve. "I'll stay."

"FRIDAY? Have you got a report on Barnes location?" asked Tony.

"Negative, boss," the A.I confirmed. "Barnes is gone. I've scanned the apartment, it's a mess. All the CCTV from the area has been deleted. I cannot trace him."

Steve slammed his fist down on the table again. He was angry this was happening at the inappropriate time.

"Damn." Tony had been afraid of this. "I think… we can only assume Ross has Barnes and the Red Book."

Natasha paced the office. "He must know we would realise he'd be behind this. He hasn't exactly been subtle."

"He's got nothing left to lose, Nat. We can play him at his own game."

"You've got a plan?" asked Steve.

"Sure have," smirked Tony. "The Accords signing is the perfect place to attack since no weapons are allowed. Ross has made this personal. I do not believe he will get the Winter Soldier to assassinate me. He'll make him capture me. Ross has nothing left to lose save his own life. He's at the point where he doesn't care. He knows we will make the connection between him and the Winter Soldier. My best guess is he'll have Barnes bring me to him where he will then kill me himself. And then have the Winter Soldier kill him, effectively blaming the Winter Soldier for our deaths."

"What if you're wrong and you're shot dead?" Steve grimaced.

"I won't be." If there was one thing he was certain of, it was the idea he wouldn't be shot dead. Tony attributed it to the mysterious voices giving him that particular feeling without actually confirming it inside his head. "If I'm right and I am taken, you can track me. I have a tracker in my arm. FRIDAY can access it and tell you my exact location. Unless Ross pre-empts that you should be able to follow easily. I suspect he'd be waiting nearby."

"You'd allow yourself to be taken?" Natasha asked.

"If it was evident that was what the Winter Soldier was aiming for, yes. Best way to catch Ross. He'll hate me even more though if we stop him but he's only got himself to blame. I think it's the best option we have," said Tony. "This way we end the threat Ross poses for good."

Wednesday 22nd June

The day of the Accords signing dawned bright and early. They'd travelled overnight to Vienna. Tony had purposefully left his Arc Reactor behind. The whole point of the Accords was to show co-operation with the other economies of the world. Walking into the signing with his Arc Reactor would be stating he didn't really support them. He could have hidden it underneath his clothes but for his plan to work to expose Ross he needed to be defenceless.

Though Tony was never really defenceless.

Not these days anyway. The watch of his wrist was a testament to that.

Both Steve and Nat were combat fighters, able to fight without weaponry though Nat had hidden a few small Widow Bites in her sleeves which were undetectable to the scanners as they walked into the building holding the Accords. Steve had been forced to leave his shield behind, something he hadn't been happy about but had ultimately accepted anyway.

Tony was dressed in a suit with a lanyard around his neck holding his badge stating both his position on the Accords Committee and his role as Iron Man.

Not all the Avengers were joining them. Clint had elected to stay at home with his family though had signed in advance, as had Wanda, Vision and Sam. Rhodey had decided to attend the ceremony in Vienna and Tony had informed him of Ross' threat to him and his feeling he would be attacked here. Rhodey hadn't been too happy about his best friend putting himself in danger but Tony had insisted.

Tony walked around the conference hall, talking to various representatives, keeping an eye out for any danger. He even had FRIDAY monitoring the place. He'd given her instructions to notify him through his watch if she visualised Barnes on her sensors. He was sure something was going to happen.

"Mr. Stark!"

Tony turned to find a young man walking towards him. "T'Challa." Tony held out his hand to the prince of Wakanda. "And King T'Chaka, welcome."

"It is good to see you here, Mr. Stark," the King replied. "Your quick thinking in Lagos saved lives. A wider atrocity could have been committed and Wakanda would have suffered the affects if the bomb had gone off in the market place."

He shook the King's hand. "Thank you. I try my best to save as many lives as possible. Regrettably it doesn't always happen."

"It is good to see you representing your country on the Committee. It was a brave choice, especially if you are out in combat," T'Chaka observed. "I can think of no one better placed to be impartial on the Accords. I hope our two great countries can work together in the future."

Interesting choice of words… Tony mused. As of now Wakanda was known to be one of the poorest countries in the world with a lack of available technology to advance. But he knew Wakanda hid true wealth and advancement. He hoped to bring them out of the shadows and out into the world. They needed Wakanda against Thanos. "It would be wonderful to see your great country. I feel your country would benefit greatly if the borders were opened though I understand the hesitation to do so. You prosper well enough on your own to not need the rest of the world's aid." He saw both the King and Prince's eyes shift slightly, as if they had noticed Tony's words were hinting at a deeper knowledge of their country.

T'Chaka straightened. "Perhaps we shall sit down in the future and discuss collaborating with you, Mr. Stark. I'm sure we could come to an agreement."

"My pleasure," smiled Tony as the two walked away. Seeing T'Challa again reminded him he needed to bring the Black Panther into the fold. One step closer…

The Accords signing went smoothly, ratifying the Accords into international law with all the countries that had signed up to it implementing it into their own laws. Tony mingled with the delegates, trusting in FRIDAY to alert him to any trouble, though he did remain aware of his surroundings.

Natasha moved past his shoulder. "Everything running smoothly so far."

"I know," he replied. Maybe he had got it wrong? Maybe Ross didn't intend to attack him here. Still, at least T'Challa still had his father. He wouldn't lose him just yet. "I just have this feeling…"

"Me too," she murmured.

It was reassuring Natasha had the same feeling he had. He wasn't going insane then. She moved off into the crowd, smiling and laughing at other delegate's jokes, engaging in conversation with them.

A man approached him, just like many had throughout the day. The man was wearing glasses and was nearly bald with tufts of ginger at the side of his head. The faint sensation of recognition tingled in his brain and he couldn't help but think he should know who this man was.

"Mr. Stark, it is an honour to meet you!" He held out his hand for Tony to shake.

But Tony felt suspicious and stepped back, making sure to have one hand on his watch in case he needed to activate it at a moment's notice.

The bald man came to a stop in front of him.

And then it hit Tony. He knew who this man was. He recognised him. He knew how much this man had hated being compared to him by Stane. This man was…

Before he could complete the thought he was shot in the back of the shoulder and a flash echoed across his eyes and everything went instantly black.

The explosion sent Natasha flying. She rolled, coughing and spluttering as smoke filled the air. She held her hand to her mouth trying to prevent the intake of the thick smoke. She couldn't see a thing as dizziness overcame her. Lying on her belly, she crawled along the floor, trying to stay beneath the smoke.

She could hear voices off to the side and the movement of shapes within the thick smoke.

"Steve?" she called out.

"I'm here." Steve scrambled up next to her, a hand over his mouth and nose. "Tony was right."

"We need to find him."

"He got shot, Nat."

Natasha cricked her neck trying to look at Steve through the smoke. "What?"

"He went down." Steve coughed. "Bucky is here. I'm sure of it."

They began to crawl through the smoke, coming across bodies on the floor, none injured just knocked out. Tony had been on the other side of the room, close to the exit when the explosion had happened. The attackers could have easily taken him out in the mere seconds it had taken them to regroup.

"Where's Rhodey?" Natasha realised they were missing one person.

"Out-cold. As the explosion went off I saw someone hit him in the head. Everything happened too fast for me to shout out a warning. We can't do anything for him now." Steve pushed himself to his feet. "This is going too slow. We'll have to run." He was coughing more as he breathed in the noxious fumes of the smoke. Holding out his hand to Natasha, he yanked her to her feet. "Come on!"

Natasha stumbled as Steve pounded his way towards the exit, the smoke descending all around them. She could hear coughing and stumbling and screaming all around her as the various delegates of the Accords struggled to comprehend what had happened.

"Tony!" Steve shouted out.

Struggling to see, Natasha pushed herself forward, tumbling out of the front doors of the building and out into the large open space between the road and the building where she could see a limp figure being pushed into a waiting black van.

Bullets splattered around their legs and Steve pulled her behind cover. Looking up she could see the Winter Soldier pouring continuous bullets in their path, preventing them from racing out of cover to stop Tony from being taken. Her head still felt dizzy and she felt sick to her stomach as the fumes from the smoke wreaked havoc on her body. Natasha watched as Steve tried to make a run for the van but was stopped as the Winter Soldier landed in front of him, mask in place over his face, his eyes dull as his gun turned to focus upon Steve's chest.

Steve threw himself to the side and the bullet missed him, giving the Winter Soldier enough time to turn and run back to the waiting black van, leaping in behind where Tony had been thrown with the doors slamming behind him. The van accelerated and roared off the premise and into the road as the five men who had collected Tony's limp body raced towards Steve and Natasha, their fists raised to fight.

Behind them smoke continued to pour out of the building and in the distance sirens could be heard.

Steve stood straight and tall, Natasha weak on her feet from the smoke inhalation.

"Stop right where you are!" demanded Steve, his voice ringing high and clear. "You can't win!"

"Doesn't matter," one man replied as he stalked forward. "It doesn't matter if we are caught. We've been rewarded handsomely for our assistance in acquiring Tony Stark. He'll be dead before you find him."

Natasha limped forward. "There are more ways to track a man than you imagine."

"It's already been prepared," another replied.

"What's been prepared?" Steve asked.

But none of the five men answered, instead breaking into a run and headed straight for them.

Natasha ducked, swinging her legs out tripping one man up, before punching another underneath the jaw. A third tugged her hair and she found herself pulled back, only to whirl and knock him in the chin with her elbow, almost choking him.

She reached for her wrists, yanking up the sleeve to reveal a thinner bracelet, equipped with a few of her Widow's bites. Tony had given it to her that morning, a weapon which had bypassed the sensors to get into the Accords. Twisting her wrist she threw two of them at one of her attackers, electrifying him in the process. He fell and did not rise. Next she twisted, kicking out with her left foot, connecting the sole with one of her attacker's head, pushing him away, giving her enough time to get to her feet and fire off another Widow's bite to hit him.

Now she was down to one, or was as Steve barrelled into the man, punching him in the head as he did so. The man collapsed to the ground, boneless and out cold.

Natasha breathed out easily.

"They got away."

"Don't worry." Nat pulled out her phone. "We can track Tony with his implants. He gave me access. I can get his location – " Her face fell. "Shit."

Steve frowned. "Not transmitting?" he asked.

Natasha shook her head. "No. They're offline. We can't trace him." Reaching to her earpiece which connected her to FRIDAY, Natasha spoke quietly. "FRIDAY, can you trace the black van that just left?"

It was a few moments before she got a response. "No. The van entered a tunnel not far from here. It hasn't left."

Natasha cursed under her breath. "They swapped vehicles out of sight of any cameras. We can't trace him."

"And they have Bucky too," said Steve.

"I know." Natasha turned back to the building behind them as emergency vehicles pulled up. "Steve, we have to come at this from a different angle. Maybe we can still track Tony before Ross fulfils his plan?"

"Are we still assuming its Ross?"

Natasha's eyes zeroed in on a man stumbling from the building as the emergency services barrelled past. "Him. I saw him with Tony just before the flash went off. I turned away just as he got shot. I didn't see it, but are you sure he was shot?"

"Positive."

Natasha winced. She hoped there hadn't been any casualties. "Then let us get ourselves a man to interrogate."

The darkness started to recede and a dull pain in his shoulder began to throb as consciousness slowly started to bring him out of the slumber he was in.

Tony shifted uncomfortably, his eyes opening slowly. His shoulder burned. His vision focused. He was flat out on the floor of a large van, arms unbound and ankles free. That was a big mistake. Moving his head he saw his captor.

The Winter Soldier stood on guard, holding a gun pointed right at Tony.

"I don't suppose I can offer you freedom in return for letting me go?" asked Tony.

The Soldier did not reply.

Agony burst through his shoulder and he gingerly felt behind his back, feeling for the entry wound. It had been patched up. He'd been out longer than he thought. He got to his feet, the gun following his every movement.

"I guess you have orders to wound not kill?" Tony tried again. He could hear the sound of an engine. The van he was in was taking him somewhere.

Still no response.

He still had his watch. But he was injured.

He knew he'd lose.

It was worth a shot.

He tapped the front of his watch, pulling on the gauntlet before the Soldier could react, twisting his palm and firing at the Winter Soldier. The Soldier moved, twisted and lashed out, aiming for Tony's head with the butt of his gun.

Tony ducked, thrusting out his arm with the gauntlet, firing off a shot but the Soldier had been ready for the attack. He was already leaping to the side, using the sides of the van to catapult himself off of it, leaping towards Tony, who tried to shift his aim only for the Soldier to tackle him before he had a chance to retaliate.

Tony fell back, his head and shoulder banging against the floor. Fiery pain erupted and he yelled out.

The Winter Soldier was on him in an instant, straddling his chest and one hand curled around Tony's throat, tightening his grasp as he restricted airflow.

Choking, Tony brought up his Gauntlet-covered hand and tried to fire again yet the Soldier noticed and slammed his foot onto the arm, trapping Tony's arm against the floor.

His other arm was still free. A single punch to the Winter Soldier's jaw did nothing.

The grip on his throat tightened.

Blackness was starting to fall around the sides of his vision.

"Don't!" Tony choked out, now abandoning all attempt to fight.

But the Winter Soldier had his orders.

Being choked into unconsciousness wasn't a pleasant experience. Desperate to get air into his lungs, despite the pain in his shoulder and his throbbing head, Tony forced his hands onto the wrist of the Winter Soldier, trying to pry the cold fingers away from his throat. Slowly but surely he could feel the fingers slipping from his throat. Determination spread through him. He could do this!

The Winter Soldier's eyes widened only briefly before he raised his metal arm above his head, forming it into a fist.

Eyes widening, Tony tried to move but couldn't as the Winter Soldier brought his fist down hard on Tony's cheek, cutting his lip and bruising his cheek.

Dazed, Tony's attempts to stop being strangled loosened and the fingers only tightened around his throat again. "No…!"

He tried again, rather feebly, but it was enough to anger the Winter Soldier further who curled his metal hand into a wrist again and punched Tony not once but twice in the side of the head.

The first hit was enough to make him lose consciousness for a few seconds, the second punch made him fall into blackness, his whole body going limp as he lost sight of everything.

"William Ginter Riva." Natasha, arms crossed over her chest, observed the man in front of him. "Former engineer at Stark Industries, fired by Obadiah Stane just a few hours prior to his death, and now a criminal in the eyes of the law. Tell us what you know and maybe the law will go easy on you."

The man did not reply, just stared stonily ahead.

"Who hired you?" Natasha tried again, her eyes sharp as she observed the man in the police interrogation room.

Still there was no response.

"You're only making things worse for yourself by not answering. I saw you by Stark before the smoke bomb went off. You're not going to get out of this."

"I was merely asked to keep Stark distracted. I did not know what was going to happen," the man admitted.

"I find that hard to believe. Most of the people involved in this attack are former disgruntled Stark Industries employees who have been fired for various reasons. Obadiah Stane fired you, not Tony Stark, yet you seem to dislike him. Why?"

"Because of whom he is, because of what he can do even with limited materials. I was unable to replicate the Arc Reactor. Stark is at fault for simply being better than me. I was fired from a job I loved because I could not complete the work assignment Stane had given me. I was one of the top scientists. Once Stane was gone I appealed to return, to have my position reinstated. Stark refused."

"But that isn't Tony's fault you got fired. But you were complicit in aiding Stane and it is understandable he wouldn't want to rehire someone who was helping him. Didn't you find it odd when he tasked you with replicating the Arc Reactor technology?" Natasha asked, trying to sense how this man could hold a vendetta against Tony.

William sighed. "It doesn't matter. Stark's own actions caused me to lose my job. There are many of his ex-employees who hold grudges against him. This was our chance to make him suffer for once."

Natasha chose to ignore his words. He'd be questioned further. "Tell me who hired you."

"I don't know. I was contacted anonymously to distract him at the Accords signing. I didn't know what was going to happen. The other people involved in this? I don't know them."

"They're all ex-Stark Industries employees. That is the connection. Fine, if you don't know who is behind this, then do you know where Tony is?"

"No. As I said, I knew what I had to know."

Natasha sighed. This wasn't getting her anywhere. "Fine. You'll be held here until charges are filed against you. I'm not the first person who will be interrogating you today." Natasha rose from her chair and walked out, leaning against the wall. They'd lost Tony and had no way to track him.

They had to find him.

And fast.

When the blackness receded Tony found himself in a cold and small room, lying on the floor with his shoulder on fire. It hurt like hell. His wrists were bound behind him.

"Ah, it is good to see you are finally awake, Stark."

The man's voice didn't surprise Tony.

"Get him up. I want him facing me."

A cold metal hand grabbed him by his hair and hoisted him up into a kneeling position. The movement jarred his shoulder and he hissed in pain. He focused his gaze on the man in front of him, clearly showing his contempt and his defiance in the face of what could possibly be his death, unless he found a way to escape.

"Thaddeus Ross," stated Tony.

"Stark. You've ruined me."

"Shouldn't have given me a reason to ruin you," retorted Tony, defiant.

"You could have been an asset to me if only you hadn't gone behind my back with the Accords."

Tony snarled. "They deserved to know. You lost your power because you refused to comply with the rules yourself. If you do not follow the rules, how do you expect others to do so in your name?" It was a valid point.

Ross stalked forward, a gun glinting in the dim light of the room they were in.

"You've ruined everything for me, Stark. People have tried to silence you before. Unlike them, I will not fail."

The Winter Soldier tipped Tony's head back, holding him securely in place.

"They'll come for me."

"No, they won't." Ross reached into his pocket and pulled out several bullets, inserting them into the gun. "They have no idea where you are. You're dead, Stark."

He raised the gun at Tony and fired.

To be continued...

Please let me know what you think!

If anyone has seen Spider-Man: Far From Home, you will recognise William Ginter Riva as the man helping Quentin Beck and he doesn't like Tony very much because he couldn't succeed at making the Arc Reactor smaller in Iron Man. I think it was a stroke of genius to bring him back and I figured it would probably be around now Quentin Beck would be getting fired from Stark Industries and forming his little 'I hate Tony Stark' group. It made sense for me for the group to potentially already be operating so they've been used in this fic though Beck himself isn't a part of it.

Ross has nothing left to lose and wants to kill Tony. He knows he has committed treason by lying to the President and is aware he will spend the rest of his days in prison.

The next chapter may be posted on Saturday as Sunday we have a big family lunch so I may post a day early... If not it will be late on Sunday.

Until next time,

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