Chapter 56 The Game's Toll

• An hour later, the assassins parked two blocks from the depot, black coats blending into the shadows of the night. The depot’s chain-link fences loomed ahead, topped with coils of razor wire. The glow of floodlights cut sharp circles into the ground, silhouettes of guards pacing in slow patterns.
• Kirk knelt, scanning the patrol rhythm through his binoculars. “Three at the gate, two circling the back. One on the roof with a rifle.. Nothing we can’t handle.”
• Bryan stood beside him, silent for a moment, eyes narrowing toward the depot before he spoke.