The Gulfstream G650 sliced through the night sky at five hundred miles per hour, but to Kieran D'Angelo, it felt like they were standing still.
He sat in the plush leather seat of the darkened cabin, the only light coming from the glowing tablet in front of him.
"Thirty minutes to the drop zone," Sterling's voice came over the low hum of the engines.
Sterling sat across from him, a ghost in his own right. He was meticulously loading hollow-point rounds into a magazine.
"The estate is a fortress," Sterling continued, tapping the tablet to show the 3D rendering of Valentin Von Stein's cliffside mansion. "Three perimeters. Thermal sensors on the main gates. Valentin's wife, has the interior guard on high alert since he returned. She's a perfectionist, Kieran. The house is locked down tight."
Dante let out a laugh from the back of the plane, where he was currently sharpening a knife.
"Valentin is blinded by his own ego, he probably thinks the ocean bows to him."
