When Marlon finally gave the signal, everyone started moving.
Not in one big push either. The groups split off the way we had planned, peeling away into the dark from different sides of the Boardwalk so we could spread around the hotel as quietly as possible and cover the State Marina too. No shouting, no dramatic last words, none of that. Just people checking weapons one last time, adjusting straps, exchanging a few low words, and then slipping off into the night like they had already accepted there was no point wasting breath on anything else.
It had to be a little past two in the morning by then.
There would still be surveillance around the Golden Nugget, obviously. Callighan's men weren't stupid enough to leave the place unwatched.
But at that hour, the chance of them expecting a real attack was probably low.
That was the whole point.
