IN MIDTOWN MANHATTAN while the night still covered the sky, a limousine stopped at a red light. In the back of the limousine sat a well-dressed man. He held a suitcase in his lap. On either side of him were two expensive and highly trained bodyguards. In the front driver and passenger seats sat two more.
The man patted the suitcase impatiently.
One of the guards noticed. “Mr. Geltz, we’re close to the building,” he said.
Geltz nodded.
Without warning, a loud boom flowed from the front of the limousine.
The guards in the back with Geltz pulled out their guns. One of them opened his door. The other reached for his own door handle, but the blade of a sword penetrated the roof of the car and stabbed him.
Geltz hollered in fear as the surviving guard pulled him out of the car.
“Let’s go,
