82|The Trap

~Klaus~

I had a clear shot on my target. The X mark of my scope followed Dominguez as he walked languidly in his choice of a hideout. He is not being subtle in his tactics. Luxurious yacht after luxurious yacht lined the dock. His cargo ship stood out from miles away, lit up by spotlights from the vessel and the bay.

Gazing through the scope, I scanned our target’s lair, comparing the actual location with the map I have in my hand.

“In position,” the tenth man in my team announced.

I wanted this attack to be as quiet as possible. We’ll go in, grab Kara, kill Dominguez, and go out. It was easier said than done, but it is better if we keep the noise on this one at a minimum.

“Wait for my signal and keep your eyes open,” I commanded on the comms.

Piu, sitting alert beside me, tensed up as I folded the map and shoved it inside the jacket pocket of my bulletproof vest.

“You don’t have to do this, Piu,” I said, breathing in. Everyone with me tonight knew the danger and risks of this mission