ak room of his HVAC office, their faces a mixtur

ve. "I've got some personal matters to take care of, so I'm going

the next few months. Stick to the schedule, keep things running smoothly, and if anything

he had treated them fairly, paying on time and keeping the business afloa

the mission ahead. He had set things in motion to ensure his employees would be fine without him. Now, it was time to deal with the issues at hand. He was do

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s tinted windows and persistent presence raised alarms. They were following him. He tig

g toward an abandoned factory he remembered from past jobs. The location was

into the cavernous interior of the factory, his knife sheathed at his s

beast like the last one; they are an intelligent and coordinated team. Rico watched from the shadows as they sp

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. Rico's silenced Glock spat two quick shots, the rounds finding their mark in the man's

ftly, dropping into a pit in the factory floor. The remaining three operatives conti

hem ordered, his vo

te. When the group paused to reload, he took his chance. Rising slightly, he aimed at the ope

time they reached it, he was gone. Rico kept low, moving silently through the labyrinth of mach

him looked behind to check on the noise only to see his mate with a hand holding a knife stuck in his neck. With hesitation he emptied his clip into his dead mate's bodies, hoping to get a shot at

oward the SUV, but Rico intercepted him with a shot to the leg.

rom?" Rico growled, pressing t

t say anything. I don't know." Without warning, Rico sent

what yo

guys. He's in a warehouse...in Grand Tower

le with his knife, rendering him lifeless. He dragged the bodies

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ly, his anger simmering just below the surface. The attack

ould intimidate him, they were sorely mistaken. Rico was done