Brandon hadn't even processed what was happening before a mountain of blame was dumped on his head.
"No! It wasn't me!" he cried, terrified they were going to pin everything on him. "This was a group decision! What do you mean I masterminded the whole thing?
Ace, say something! You're the one who told me you had channels to offload the goods! That's the only reason I brought you guys here!"
Brandon's voice was frantic, and his struggles grew more violent. He desperately wanted to rush over and demand why they were saying this, why they were dumping all the blame on him.
"Watch what you're saying. We have the chat logs to prove you're the one who started this, the one who called us over." A flicker of guilt crossed Ace's eyes, but to avoid being branded the mastermind, he stuck to his story.
'Anyway, all that talk about having channels happened here, in person. The only thing in the chat logs is Brandon saying he knew a way to get some money and asking if we wanted in.
