The warehouse exploded in gunfire. Marcus didn’t shoot Leo. He shot the lights. Chaos swallowed the room. He grabbed Leo’s collar and ran, bullets chewing the concrete behind them.
Carlos nodded toward Leo. “Your rat. He’s been singing to the feds about our supply chain. You didn’t know?” 1x2 Narc...
Marcus’s left hand touched the burner phone in his pocket. His thumb hovered over the emergency call button. In that instant, he saw both versions of himself: the narc who arrests, and the narc who enables. The equation was never 1 times 2. It was 1 divided by 2. Two halves of a broken man. The warehouse exploded in gunfire
1x2 Narc
1x2 , he thought. From now on, it’s just one. he thought. From now on
“What other matter?”