"You think the dark is your ally?" Sean snarled into the empty hallway, the metallic slide of his shotgun racking loud and clear in the silence.
The oppressive gloom of the grand corridor swallowed his voice, yet the sheer venom behind it made the advancing mercenaries hesitate. Their tactical flashlights flickered erratically as they tried to scan the pitch-black space.
"Target sighted on the upper landing!" a team leader barked, sweeping his weapon's beam across the marble staircase. "Open fire!"
"Wrong target," Sean answered flatly, stepping fluidly into the shadows before a hail of automatic gunfire tore into the stone banister where he had been standing.
A muzzle flash illuminated Sean's face for a fraction of a second, revealing a expression of cold, methodical violence. He
