The teams split, melting into the shadows. Bjorn and his gangsters crept along the villa’s right side, hugging the walls. The cool metal of his g*n pressed against his hip, a reminder of the stakes. As they approached the guards, Bjorn gave his men a signal. Two of the gangsters leaped forward, taking out the first pair of soldiers with quick, silent strikes.
Bjorn watched with satisfaction. Perfect. They moved like phantoms, his team quickly clearing the area. As they regrouped at the front entrance, Rico and the bodyguards joined them, their faces grim but victorious.
“Guards down,” Rico reported. “Main entrance is secured.”
Bjorn’s lips curled into a smirk. “Good. Let’s get inside.”
They approached the double doors of the villa. One of the gangsters pulled out a small lock-picking d
