One thousand was way too much, way more than what we had agreed upon before. That Fang! He wasn't just aiming to spy on me; he wanted to stash his elites where they could eat, drink, and rest in my safe city without paying the price in blood.
What did he think? That I was running a holiday resort for his boys? New York was a fortress, not a spa for alien lizards.
[We didn't agree on one thousand, dude!!!] I instantly shot the message over to Fang. I didn't even wait for whatever flimsy excuse he was going to offer before I sent the follow-up:
[Since they're taking up space, I'll use them freely as if they were my own men. I hope they cooperate well enough, or else I'll feed them to the local monsters.]
[Sure thing, use them as if they are yours. Consider it a down payment on our alliance,] he replied almost instantly.
