The assassins slipped quietly into the empty building right next to the Lancaster Group headquarters. It was a tall, unfinished structure with dark windows that looked directly down at the entrance of the event hall.
Inside, the men moved without making a sound. One opened a long rifle case, another carefully put together the barrel, while the third set up the tripod at a broken window. Bullets clicked into place, scopes caught the faint light, and radios whispered softly.
“Target arrives in ten minutes,” one of them whispered.
“Copy. The moment he steps onto the center stage, we take the shot.”
Below them, the party was in full swing.
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Inside the Hall
The grand hall of the Lancaster Group — soon to be renamed — was alive with conversation. Gold-patterned lights reflected off the
