CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
The safe house near Attard was still. Aamir’s orders had been clear – no one was to be outside until it was time. No lights or loud noises, no television or music.
It appeared no one was there.
The house itself was out of the way, far from prying eyes. But Aamir wouldn’t take any risks. All it would take was someone to see them bring them down. All contact with the Master had been severed to prevent the authorities from tracking either of them. It was a risk, but the Master thought it necessary, especially with the new software going online.
The Angel told the Master it was taken care of. But Aamir wasn’t so sure; he trusted the Master but not the word of someone he had never seen.
Aamir watched his men get the weapons ready, magazines filled. He had a look of prid
