Adam stood still in the hallway's shadows. He observed that the two men in his kitchen were acting in a way that was obviously arrogant to the value of his house. While preparing breakfast, they were murderers.
It was galling to see how absurd it was. He raised his pistol. The man at the table was cleaning his gun when the sights fell on his back.
He squeezed the trigger with his finger. The shot would be simple. It would be over after two short rounds. He could put a stop to this now.
However, the man at the table spoke just as he was ready to fire. He spoke in a quiet, modest noise.
But just as he was about to fire the man at the table spoke. His voice was a low calm rumble.
"What do you think? Did Alpha Team find the kid?"
The question froze Adam's finger on the trigger. Alpha Team. The name sent a jolt through him. He knew instantly they were talking about the three assassins he had killed at Sophia's house.
