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“Why don’t you call him while we wait.”
His persistence should have told me everything. I was simply blinded by Fiona’s facade. My father said I was willing to give up the family for Ava, yet he gave up everything, including his soul, for money and power. I might have opened the door to the Irish, but my father invited them to stay.
This needs to end.
“How do you want to do this?” Beiste asks.
“The same way we do everything. Cover the pavement with their blood.”
I dial Marco.
“Sir,” he greets me.
“The Irish are here. How far away are you?”
“I have the men stationed on various roofs surrounding Eros. I saw the Irish when we were near.”
“Good. Are you able to see how many?”
“I see a few dozen men, but they aren’t exactly organized. No one seems to be leading the attack. At least, no one I can tell.” I hear another flash-bang. “They’re dividing into groups. Some are headed to the back of the club.”
“We will handle the back. You handle the front. I’ll text when we’re in position,” I instruct.
“Yes, sir.”
Beiste starts barking orders before I can, so I assess the situation via the monitors. The situation appears different from what Marco said seconds ago. The Irish are scattered. We can use it to our advantage. As Benjamin Franklin once said, “If you fail to plan, you’re planning to fail.” That is exactly what these Irish have done.
“Beiste, this is our chance. We start at the back and make our way to the front. In the meantime, Marco will handle the front.”
I send a text to Marco, announcing my plan.
Viktor:We will start in the back and make our way to the front
Marco:There should be two snipers positioned on each side of the building
“Let’s go,” I order.
Unlike the Irish, we move in formations. Our intention is to be quick and efficient. I direct three men to stand on the right while Beiste and I move forward. With a countdown, I push the back door open. The Irish haven’t made it to the back.
I signal the three men to position themselves on either side of the building.
When the Irish make the turn, they won’t see us.
We don’t have to wait long for two men to fall into our trap.
Beiste drops one, and I take down the other.
Quickly, more men flood the back. Between Beiste, a sniper, and me, we kill them all.
We continue walking, bodies falling left and right. By the time we reach the front, there are no Irish left.
The whole attack is over in ten minutes.
“That was easier than I thought,” Beiste adds, his breath barely sounding exhausted.
“This isn’t over yet. Expect reinforcement from their side.”
I return inside, set my weapons on the bar counter, and then take out my cell.
