"We're surrounded!"
The man pressed himself against the wall beside the window, chest heaving. His eyes darted from Ashley to the injured Khan as cold sweat ran down his back and forehead.
When Khan had said, "The old fucker is dying, and he's taking us all with him," they had all understood.
It meant their boss — the man who had founded their group — had offered them up as sacrificial lambs.
And seeing people now crowding the container yard they were in — searching for them — it all made sense. The reason their boss had been so insistent on taking this dangerous mission. The reason he had so easily agreed to Khan's condition was that this would be their last job together.
Their boss didn't plan to let them live tonight.
"Fuck," the man clutched his head, trying to think of a way out. "That fucking old bastard!"
