Elijah gathered a group of his troops. A dirty grin was painted on his face as they hopped into their vehicles, driving to their now-exposed location. He wore a dark-colored suit and a black earpiece to keep in contact with his men. Reaching to his ear, he pushed the communicator on.
"Take them. If they put up a fight, kill the woman." He kept his tone stern.
"Yes, sir!" his men answered in unison.
Elijah moved his hand from his earpiece and heaved a heavy sigh, his eyes scanning the scenery before him as one of his men sped down the road.
"Is everything in order at the facility?" he asked the driver.
"Yes, sir, everything is prepared for Marcus' arrival," he replied.
"Good." He brought his hand up to stroke his chin.
As the house came into view, Elijah activated his earpiece once m
