Asa's POV
“Target confirmed, Boss." Marco’s voice cut through the silence in my earpiece. "Jake’s at the old scrapyard off Pier Eleven.”
“How long ago?” I asked quietly, standing in front of my room window back in my estate, watching some of my men train outside.
“Fifteen minutes.” Marco replied. “He’s alone. Probably waiting for a pickup. You want me to move in?”
“Not yet." I said, turning from the window. “Keep eyes on him. If he’s desperate enough to sell us out, he might be desperate enough to run again.”
“Understood.” Marco said. A brief pause followed before he added, “You sure you want to handle this yourself?”
I slid on my jacket, tucking my pistol into its holster.
“Yeah. This is personal.”
“Copy that, Boss. I’ll have two men stay back for containment.”
“Good.” I said.
