“We’re still going to be out numbered,” Adrik points out.
“Yes, we are,” I agree.
I stand my ground and wait for someone to tell me that I’m insane.
That this plan of mine basically amounts to a suicide mission.
But no one does. Every man in there stays silent.
Some look nervous. Some look resigned. Some look eager.
“I know this house,” I tell them. “So do many of you. We’re going to spend the next two hours planning our method of attack. Then we storm the compound.”
I turn towards my office, but halfway there, I glance back over my shoulder.
“Oh, and one more thing,” I say. “When we do manage to take the compound, the men who declared loyalty to Budimir are to be given a choice.”
“What?” Adrik asks in shock.
I don’t hesitate, though. I head into my office and close the door. The
