We’re ten minutes from the target, and I’m in one of the back seats, sitting between Nero and Karmine.
It’s quiet, with everyone doing a final check of their gear.
And we have gear.
Cain pulled through. He’ll still charge me for everything, but nonetheless, he pulled through.
I tighten the leg holster over my bandaged leg.
A glint of light draws my attention to Nero.
He slips his fingers through the carved metal and… I narrow my eyes.
Does this guy seriously have a set of diamond-encrusted brass knuckles?
I look away.
I don’t have time to question Nero’s weapon choices.
All my focus has to be somewhere else.
On someone else.
I touch my hand to the gun at my hip, then to my throwing knives, then to the extra clips and blades secured to my bulletproof vest.
Eight minutes.
We all have our assignments.
Karmine’s team will sweep the house, looking for anyone held against their will. The team with King will secure the perimeter before moving in. And everyone else is with me and Nero. But they all know that I get Gabriel Marcoux.
I get to kill him.
Seven minutes.
I set my hand on my final weapon.
I can’t sit in a vehicle with it on my back, so it has to wait until we arrive.
Six minutes.
