Hi guys, so I finally got round to writing another chapter, sorry for such the long wait, and I can assure you, you wont have to wait that long anymore as I will try to update at least every weekend, or early in the week. Sorry for the wait, and thank you for your support :)
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Pagan Min stood in the doorway wearing his coat. A South Asian man stood in front of him. "Now, I trust that you're not going to fuck it up this time". The man trembled. Pagan moved to the balcony and shifted his weight so he was now leaning on the barrier. He looked down. "We don't need anymore unnecessary bloodshed" He groaned, "Although, it does make the world just a little bit better" He laughed to himself. The man stood silently as Pagan Min moved in front of him. "Now", he explained leaning in. "I want Ajay back alive, do you think you can manage that?" He asked. "Yes sir" The man replied avoiding Pagan's eyes. "Good", Pagan replied as he moved back. "You will gather your men and position them around". "Do not return without him". The South Asian man nodded. There was pause between the two. The dictators eyes met the South Asians eyes. "Well, what are you standing here for? Fucking get out of here!" He yelled.
When the room was emptied once more, Pagan sat silently by the table. He glanced at the food on the table. "That is just rude, even for Kyrat's standard" He muttered to himself. Pagan sat there staring at his surroundings before calling Gary. "This food is disgraceful, and the chef will be made to suffer" Pagan ordered. "Wait" He hesitated, before adding, "Make it his family".
There was no more moments of silence as another man came rushing in. "Sir, I have just received update on Ajay" He spoke confidently. Pagan did not look at him, but expected him to continue talking... he didn't. "Well then?" He demanded. The man trembled, "Uh, umm, another soldier shot down the escape car, we know the driver did not make it, and we're still looking for Ajay" the soldier stuttered. "Good, good" Pagan agreed.
The table was cleared and Pagan walked around the compound waiting on news. "All these fucking soldiers, and not one of them could do their job" He thought aloud. "We might as well stop for now, can't waste anymore men".
Pagan pulled out his phone, and dialed a number he would soon become familiar with. "Ajay, my boy, are you busy? You don't mind me calling do you?" He asked enthusiastically, returning to his usual powerful self. "Fantastic, you really are an excellent listener" He commented. Pagan sighed. "Look, no hard feelings about the crab rangoon, I know it's not to everyone's taste, but you'll be pleased to know I had the chef executed for his incompetence". Pagan paused, thinking back, "Or was it his family?". Pagan cheered up, "Regardless, next time I can promise you a better spread" He thought again for a bit. "That's the last time I'm kidnapping a fucking TV celebrity chef".
He hung up.