660 Reaching The Op-Site

As Alfred drove off the island of Montreal and onto the northern shore, toward the burgs, he kept throwing glances at Alexander in the mirror. But the young man simply looked out the window and remained silent.

He decided to cut the silence before they reached their destination.

"You know, son. There is no need for you to get involved. We have a team ready and don't need to get you involved. Even if Mr. Bellemare said you should, I can tell him you did, while you wait in the car."

Alexander looked into the mirror, his face stoic.

And with a loud sigh, he replied.

"Thank you, Alfred. Your words mean a lot. But I am not letting anyone go in there aside from me. This is my mess to clean, and my payback to get. You and your men can stay outside."

Although he sounded genuinely happy that Alfred had offered him to stay back, his face still displayed no emotion. It was like an alabaster mask, still and cold.