The private road was curving upward through a thick sea of trees. The white van moved along the road without a single beam of light to guide it through it, only the low sound of the engine was heard.
Inside the car, nobody said a thing. The only sound was the squeak of a worn belt and the heavy breathing of five killers waiting to see their enemies in front of them.
James kept both hands held tight on the wheel as he drove ahead. Beside him, Arslan sat dead still with eyes full of focus. With a thought of his mind, he called up his skills to appear before him.
[Tactical Awareness] and [Planning] appeared in front of him as he was planning to make sure everything ran smoothly.
What he saw was, past the upcoming bend ahead of them, was the huge gates of the estate, that was shut with padlocks.
