Chapter 36The man had showered, meticulously soaping himself then similar to many athletes, he'd shaved all the hair from his head and body. He had to be clean and toned, like a soldier going to war. He had to be prepared for the mission that lay ahead. Carefully selecting his clothes, the man opted for the army surplus, camouflage outfit he wore when he went hunting for rabbits. Then he packed his guns into a holdall, slung the bag over his shoulder and stood admiring his appearance in the full-length mirror.
He was going to take charge now and be the master of his own fate. Nobody could stop him. He had the power to reduce those bastards to blood and pulp. Not many people had the stomach for it. Only a few brave men had gone before him. He saluted them, smiling as the image in the mirro
