There is a loud thump as the man hits the floor, his body falling down the stairs and landing at my feet. Blood is oozing from the big hole in the center of his forehead while his unseeing eyes seem to be staring at me. Some cultures believe that the souls of the dead stay in this world and follow the person who ended their life for all eternity. Haunting them. He’s welcome to join the army already at my back.
“I’m in,” I say into my Bluetooth mic and step over the body. “Estimated time to complete the mission—fourteen minutes.”
“Copy. Commencing radio silence.” With that confirmation, the audio feed gets muted.
My target should be in one of the apartments on the third floor, conducting a secret meeting with two Middle Eastern oligarchs. Whether it’s about oil or guns, or something else
