"This is Echo 7. Everything is set. Getting into position. Targets' positions have been sent to your terminals. Over."
"Zulu 13, copy that. Launch countdown for start of clean up."
"Roger."
The answer from Echo 7 was followed by a countdown appearing on Daemon's tactical watch, along with everyone else's.
With low breathing sounds, Daemon and his team watched as the minutes turned into seconds, their presence blended into the darkness.
'5'
'4'
'3'
'2'
'1'
"Begin."
With the order sent in a low voice, Daemon himself got on the move. He approached the back of the house, and with no hesitation in his silent steps, he closed the distance separating him from one of the guards outside.
The man was trained, but before he could react to the presence behind him, Daemon already had the knife he took out after letting go of his rifle inserted between the ribs area, tearing through the left lung and plunging into the heart.
