Twenty minutes before the extraction, the woods around the Annex felt like a graveyard
Deep in the woods, Sniper lay flat against the damp earth, his right eye pressed to the scope. He was a machine, waiting for a target. But behind him, another figure was moving.
Felix wasn't a security guard or a hitman. He was the one people usually call to find those who don't want to be found.
Peering through his binoculars, he caught the glint of the sniper's barrel on the ridge. He didn't hesitate, pulling his phone and letting the dim blue light reflect in his eyes.
"Mr. Torredo, I've found the Miller guy," he whispered into the line. "But you're not going to like this. I followed him and ended up in the Blackwood Annex. He is inside but I am not alone out here. There is another group here. Someone's about to get hit."
Tony's voice came back thick and crooked, the rough sound of a man jarred out of a deep sleep. "How did he get in?"
The line went silent for a heartbeat.
