SIX HOURS
We had six hours to prepare for what was likely a suicide mission.
Six hours to plan. To strategize. To say everything that needed saying before we walked into Vincent’s trap. I wondered how the tables turned, we had him in our hands now he manipulates us and controls us.
Marco was coordinating security teams. Positioning snipers around Pier 17. Setting up surveillance. Preparing extraction protocols if or when things went wrong.
Gianna was monitoring communications. Tracking Vincent’s movements. Trying to pinpoint exactly where he was holding Lucia.
And Dante and I….
We were standing in the safe house armory. Selecting weapons. Checking ammunition. Preparing for war.
“Body armor,” I said, pulling a vest from the rack. “If Vincent’s planning an ambush, we need..”
“He’ll a
