Matt Bluestone let the other three do all the talking to remain silent until ask upon for his opinions. He was always on guard whatever the Illuminati dealings where, for his memory was long with the secret social that he so wanted to burst and let the world knowing of their good or bad dealings, when he worked for the FBI.
In which in the end he was blackmailed from the inside of the bureau itself and forced to resign or faced charges against him that were all bogus.
Matt finish his lunch to wipe it off with the napkin to say politely, yet caught them off guard “well thanks for the free meal guys; seeing that you cannot tell me much; so I’m off to follow my own leads downtown.”
“Need a hand; perhaps” Hacker said nicely to his ole partner.
“Nay; I’m good as is” Matt said smiling to look over toward Malone with a jest “besides, you have get Mace back to his coffin before he falls apart on you.”
“Funny; you’re a barrel full of laughs you are” Mace snap back at him with a sharp sneer “watch your back Bluestone; you never know what might crawl up your ass.”
Matt, just smile and left to leave the threesome to chat among themselves, with Norman Ambassador starting it off “let’s keep a keen eye on that one. Bluestone might come in handy at the right situation.”
“Agreed” Hacker said seeing Malone was still sore “well Mace are you on board.”
“Yeah; I am” Mace snap out in anger “but that punk better watch his mouth from now on that all I got to say on the matter; PUNK-ASS.”
The meanwhile Matt remember Macbeth’s ole address at the time when he was clashing first handed with the Clan Manhattan right in the city and it was uptown “perhaps that ancient Scotsman is still hold up there. Because, I can’t figure him running with the rest; perhaps Demona alone; being, he might be still in love with her to give me some answers.
Thu Jan 30 19:53:46 2014