Dom and I are on our spot, ready and waiting. Tarone gets up to use the restroom, and the guys all head to their positions. One of his men comes with him, and I immediately knock him out. “Fancy running into you here of all places,” I tell Tarone, while Dom puts him in a choke-hold from behind.
He tries to reach for his weapon, but I grab it and wink at him. Dom knocks him out and covers his head with a black cloth bag. “Let’s go, we have two minutes,” Dom says, as we pass him through the window, and haul ass out of there. When we were gone, the other team created the diversion.
We all meet up at the airfield where the plane is already waiting. “That was smooth,” I say when the plane takes off, and Dom chuckles. “We have way too much practice with this s**t. Hopefully, we can have a few
