CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a less than five minutes to midnight. Mav took a deep breath and looked around the room. The decadence was in full swing—with no indication of slowing down. The other three mercenaries were still at their positions observing the festivities.
He calmly reached inside his pocket and pulled out a closed butterfly blade. It matched his uniform, making it easy to conceal. He angled himself closer to the wall and leaned back against it, using it as a ballast. When the fireworks began, he would be ready for action. Mav checked his digital watch again. It was less than two minutes to midnight.
This was the first time since he was a boy that he was worried that death might be around the corner. He was either going to fulfill his end of the contract or he was going to die try
