"The assassin team leader deploys specialized thermal surveillance drones across Zurich's skyline."
"Do not fail me with these drone scans, or the remaining contract funds will vanish before your eyes," Zuan stated, his voice echoing sharply inside the private executive lounge overlooking the illuminated runways of Zurich Airport.
The heavy glass windows blocked out the biting winter draft, but the chill of impending violence hung thick in the air.
The mercenary leader standing across the mahogany table did not blink, his cold eyes fixed on the glowing tactical monitors displaying the city map.
"My tactical drones do not miss a single heartbeat, Mr. Zuan," the operative replied evenly, resting his gloved hands flat against the polished wood surface. "Every heat signature across th
