A vehicle, black like the rest of the surroundings, parked ten feet in front of them. The amorphous gloom made the model hardly distinguishable. Three subjects emerged from it.
"Good, to work." Kizart glanced at Santino and they started in the direction of the passengers. Hoshi stopped even ten feet away and handed a metallic object behind his back to his partner. "Put that in your pocket."
He felt the handle of the automatic weapon wobble between his fingers.
"So that…?"
"In case they talk too much, boy."
He sheathed the object in his jacket pocket. They stood silently motionless in front of a medium-sized man with a sloppy gray beard and business clothes. The man had a clumsy appearance and behind him, like three huge gargoyles, stood his bodyguard. That man, guarded by his peculiar
