I nod. “My thoughts exactly.” I turn to Pavel. “Spread the word. Exercise caution in the eastern quadrant, and have a team go in for the extraction. Keep our eyes above updating us. Wherever we don’t find slaves, blow s**t up. No survivors.”
The one survivor I took from the last raid is still rethinking his life choices in the basement of one of my safehouses. He has no idea how lucky he is to be so young and so naive.
We move like ghosts in the night toward the front gates of the depot. The rest of my men sweep the perimeter and position for a simultaneous attack on all sides. I don’t have as many as I’d like for such a broad territory to cover, but it’ll have to do.
I attach a silencer to my handgun and tiptoe around one of the watchtowers for better aim. One shot takes out the first
