Page 162 of Assassin

“The Hunters took everyone out. We’re it. We can’t find any of our fellow mercenaries. We think they drove them out of town or bribed them.”

Well, shit.

Speaking of which, he pulled out a few envelopes and handed it to each man. If everyone else was gone, he was going to need these men on his side.

War was coming.

“What’s this?” the one mercenary asked.

He clued them in.

“A bonus, of sorts. We’re going to see what we have here, and then, start the planned attack.”

They took the money, grateful to have it. The woman who had been running it was stingy with the greenbacks.

When they tucked it away, he led them toward the warehouse door, and he used the code that the German had given him.

It should unlock the door and turn off all of the protection devices inside.

SHOULD.

Now, he’d see if she had lied to him.

Carefully, he punched it in, and luckily for her, it worked. If it hadn’t, he would have sent his assassins after her to make her life miserable.

When Two and Three returned, they’d have another mission.

At the door, he had the one man open it, just in case, as he followed him in.

As soon as they did, the smell hit them, and hit them hard.

“Jesus. What is that?” the one mercenary asked, his hand over his mouth and nose. “It reeks in here. What was stockpiled here? Shit?”

Alexsandr knew that smell.

It was death.

Was that why the German woman hadn’t gotten back to him? Had she come to some untimely death?

They moved into the building, and inside, there was a pile of bodies.

Rotting.

Corpses.

He stared in horror.

“There should be thousands of weapons here. There should be an arsenal!” he said. “What the hell?”

The mercenaries looked around.

On the ground, there was a note. The one mercenary picked it up, and it was addressed to Alexsandr.

“Uh, it’s for you.”

Well, that didn’t bode well for him, now did it?

When he opened it up, he unfolded it, and saw inside there was some handwriting.

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