Chapter 145 Sasha

• When I arrived, I was alone in my black Escalade. Ten cars leave my mansion. We form a single line, bumper to bumper, along the quiet strip of asphalt that leads from my secluded mansion towards the city. From above we'd form an elegant shape. Like the geese, I think suddenly. The image sticks in my brain.
• I'm at the front of the pack, and when we reach the first split, I speak into my phone hooked up to my car's Bluetooth system. "Split up and maintain dispersion. We don't need to look too obvious. I want every bit of surprise we can get"
• "Ponil," Maxim responds, and relays the order to the others.