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“So what time would you be back tomorrow?”, Serah asked.

It was now evening that same day that Brian and his friends concluded on their plans to infiltrate the organization the following day. Earlier, Brian had informed Serah on everything they had planned on and he was glad that she agreed with everything.

“I don’t know yet darling but I promise you I’ll be back hale and hearty. Don’t worry about me”, he assured.

“I just hope you guys know what you’re doing and this doesn’t bounce back on you later”, she said.

Brian understood her worry but there was nothing he could say that would calm her down that he hadn’t said before.

“I’ll be back love, I promise”, Brian said, giving her hands a gentle squeeze.

That night, Brian slept fitfully and he knew why. The events of the following day filled his mind and deep down, he wondered if they would succeed. Brian waved the thought away and only focused on their success.

The next morning, he left the house silently as he didn’t want to wake his mate who was still sleeping soundly. He kissed her tenderly on her cheek, promising her that he would be back whole and safe.

When he got to the club, dressed in a grey Armani suit he met his best friends already there, waiting patiently for his arrival. They were also dressed in suits and Brian knew that there was no way in hell their targets would recognize them.

“Everything is ready boss”, Jack said.

“Good. Let’s head out”, Brian said.

“Wait guys. There’s one thing we’re still missing.”, Killian said.

“What?”, Brian said.

“What if this people recognize us. I mean, we won’t be wearing mask and they might have seen us in TV or in books”, he said.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ve taken care of it”, Jack said.

“But how?”, Killian asked, incredulously.

“Trust me when I say I’ve taken care of it. Now, let’s go we don’t have much time”, he said.

Together, the trio moved towards the SUV’s parked at the private garage of the club. Brian took one while Killian and Jack took the other. Underneath their suits, receiver’s were carefully clipped by the side so they could communicate when the need arises.

“How far is this place?”, Brian asked.

“Roughly about thirty minutes if traffic is light”, Killian said.

“How much time do you propose we use for this mission”, Brian said.

“Thirty minutes”, Jack said.

“So in all, we’ll be using an hour for the whole of this?”, Brian asked.

“Yes, we would. I hope everyone’s gun is ready?”, Killian asked.

“Affirmative”.

Slowly, the trio eased into the early morning traffic that seemed to be building up at that moment. Brian was fully confident now that they would succeed in their quest. He could actually taste the victory on his tongue and he couldn’t wait to revel in it.

Soon, they got to a large estate that was demarcated with iron bars. The trio drove in, heading towards a massive building that sat at the center of the land.

“Is this place a kind of fortress or what?”, Brian asked.

He couldn’t believe that a place like this existed in a city like New York. It was a closed off place and he had a feeling that it usually didn’t get many visitors.

“Boss, welcome to the valley of poisons”, Killian said.

“Valley if poisons? How come I’m just getting to know this place”, Brian said.

“That’s because they aren’t really in the news. They are a close off group but what they do beneath all these is deadly. One of their poisons could render a full grown wolf dead and in recent times, they’ve been targeting wolves”, Killian said.

They soon parked their cars in front of a huge stone building that looked ominous even in the early morning sun. Brian got down first while his friends took the rear and together, they walked towards the huge front doors.

Within the twinkle of an eye, security guards had them surrounded, bearing guns. Brian’s wold itched to come out but he tamped it down, resisting the urge to give in to him.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Who are you”, one of the guard said in rapid German.

“We’re friends from Russia”, Brian said in Russian.

Killian interpreted the conversation and soon, the guards recinded their hold on their guns as they escorted the trio into that building. Brian gripped the suitcase tightly as they walked into the building. It seemed as if everything within the building was carved in stone as the trio were led through winding stairways over a fountain that seemed to gush the cleanest water Brian had ever seen.

“This way”, one of the guards snapped.

They walked further into the building, passing more rooms that looked like labs and Brian hated to think what those rooms were really for.

Soon, they got to a large hall that was filled with various bottles that Brian knew contained various kinds of chemical potions.

“Wait here, I call the boss”, another guard said in broken english.

The trio sat down on a long table. Brian placed the briefcase on the table as he stared around, his mind looking for a possible escape if their plan didn’t work.

“Hello friends”, a voice said.

Brian whipped his head around, staring at the middle aged man that walked towards them.. Brian had a feeling that he had seen him before but he couldn’t quite place where and then, he knew where. This man was the father of the intruder he killed in his home in Paris. There was no doubt about it as the resemblance was striking.

“Hello Gustav, how do you do?”, Killian said.

Brian gave him a look, wondering where he knew the man. He decided to let the issue lie until they got out of the enemy line.

“Ahh Killian, my good friend. How do you do?”, the man smiled.

Brian knew that that smile was all teeth and no warmth and he knew he should never underestimate the man. He was a beast in human form.

“Fine Gustav, thank you. My friends and I are here for a business proposal”, he said in rapid German.

“Okay, let’s hear it”, he said.

Brian proceeded to open the briefcase, allowing the man to have a glimpse of the stash of money and guns that lay within it.

“So, how much do you want for the goods”, Gustav smiled.

“We’ll talk about the price later but first, let’s talk about your son or should I say dead son”, Brian said.