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Ross was fully aware that he needed more soldiers in his ranks to reach that goal. “I’m thinking
we may even staff up,” he had told VJ as they discussed moving the operation to the next level. They
had killed someone, and they were now running a site that trafficked hundreds of millions of dollars
in drugs and anything else illegal. Any one of these felonies could land them in jail for life.
It wasn’t that Ross was worried; he truly believed that the Dread Pirate Roberts simply couldn’t
be stopped—you can’t stop an idea! But Ross also knew that the best way to stay ahead of the cops
who might knock on his door was to stay ahead of what they knew.
As he returned from his weekend in a cabin with Kristal, he was determined to bring in more
bodies to help protect the world he now governed. But he didn’t just want to bring on hackers and
drug dealers. He needed to up his game. He needed an arsenal of hit men and muscle if someone else
was arrested or tried to squeal to the Feebs. But most important, Ross needed to find someone inside
the government who would be able to keep him apprised of what the Feds knew. Maybe a local cop,
an agent with the FBI or the DEA, or even someone at the Department of Justice. He was willing to
pay this person whatever he or she wanted. There was simply too much at stake not to. He wasn’t
going to let any more fuck-ups happen. It was time to go to war.