BEAU
We exit from the sleek, expensive town cars that were sent to collect us from the private airstrip. My cousins didn't go easy when it came to bringing men along. We're rolling ten deep and who knows how many they have set up waiting for us to pull this mission off. I didn't ask about those details, and they weren't discussed along the way. I trust them. We simply worried about sleeping so we'd be ready and alert for whatever once we finally touched down on Russian soil. This could be an ambush for all we know, and there's a chance we could be lacking sleep by the time we make it back to the plane.
Yema along with a group of men are waiting to greet us outside what appears to be a damn miniature castle, and as one of them approaches me, two of our men step closer, standing in front o
