I burst into the living room, gun drawn, silencer attached. Four clean shots, four targets down. The room fell silent, my breathing steady, my aim unshaken.
" Are you sure the President is around? The men guarding him are so unprofessional," I ask Marco, who chuckled over the wireless headphones.
" They are professionals, not cold-blooded assassins like you "
" Hear yourself speak. We undergo the god-damned training together "
" Bullshit. Not as you Malva. Your training section is harsher than mine. Wait! " He suddenly stopped me, and I froze in my tracks, my right foot in the air.
" What? "
" That's a danger zone. Kiste just discovered the alarm bombing. If you step over that line, you will tip off an alarm. You don't wanna do that. Take a step back "
" Such a hassle now, " I
