This was my crew. My guys. Mine.
We were the ones no one wanted to contend with. As we followed Jordan to the side door, I knew we were about to prove that again.
He took out a key card, winking at us. “Compliments of a friend.”
Zellman grinned, but Cross kept his head down, standing right in front of me.
Two steps down the hallway, and we were at the room.
We could hear the television inside. It was low, but we could still hear it. We couldn’t see any light from inside, and there’d been none from outside, so maybe a lamp could be on? Either way, we expected it to be dark. We had to. Prepare and expect the worse.
Jordan used the same keycard for the door.
He released the lock, and like so many other times, we all played our parts.
Jordan held the door open, and Cross went in first.
