Should I make a move? The thought had barely formed when Dean crushed it. The gun was already drawn. Would it be right not to shed blood? The key was, whether Dean acted or not, the Lucifer Game Organization had higher-ups watching him. Since that was the case, it might be better to disrupt their operations whenever possible and divert their attention. The tricky part was the satellite overhead.
Thinking of this, a figure came to Dean's mind.
He took out his phone, entered a series of numbers, and dialed.
A moment later, a somewhat boyish voice answered, "Dean, this is the first time you're calling me. Are you in trouble?"
"Yes, Little Mike. How have things been for you lately?"
"Although I dislike wasting my break time on such trivialities, the people you assigned are very professional and have excellent security awareness. I'm quite satisfied with them."
