Chapter 125: Count Of Three

All my ammunition was packed and easily accessible, and I put a knife inside my boots just in case I need it. Michael frowned at me when I did, but I told him that it was for protection. He just shook his head and went back to loading the cartridges.

It was about four thirty in the morning when we started the operation. From what we could see, there was minor activity inside the building and a hell lot of light; a clear indication of sloppy work.

"Ethan, take your position," he commanded as soon as we were done. We were still on our base camp, but it was a mile away from the location. Ethan signalled to the five others who would be hidden along the perimeter and called on when needed. "Don't die," Michael barked at them as they went off. We knew that we were up next.