Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two. Preparations.
Slasher sat before his wall of monitors, in his Barcelona apartment. The lights from the screens causing the cut crystal glass he was holding to twinkle, as he took a sip of whiskey.
The assassin let out a low sigh of satisfaction, as the burn from the amber liquid hit his throat, before swallowing it down. Life was perfect for him, the only dot on the horizon was the job he had accepted, to kill the leader of the Costa Lobo. The mission he was being paid handsomely for was causing him some concern. Not that it would be difficult to get to Sergie. Nor was he worried about his abilities to kill the man, and escape the area without anyone knowing about it till the next morning. No. his main concern was leaving his mate behind to complete
