There hasn’t been movement for the last twenty-four hours.
“Well?” Bogdan asks, craning to try and see the monitor himself.
“He hasn’t f*****g moved,” I growl. “Not since the attack on our warehouse.”
“He’s been holed up in his f*****g fortress. Nothing seems to go in or out.”
“You think that’s a good sign or a bad one?” Bogdan asks.
“Everything is bad where Maxim is concerned.”
“What’s our move?” Vlad asks. “If he doesn’t leave his compound, then—”
“Then we take the fight to him,” I say. “It doesn’t really matter. The only thing that changes is the location where he dies.”
“He’ll have the home court advantage,” Vlad points out.
“Good. He’ll need a few advantages if we’re going to keep this fight interesting. I wouldn’t want to be bored.”
Vlad and Bogdan exchange a smirk. I know
