The zero squad of David’s security service was made of war veterans. They normally didn’t meet unless it was an order from David or Luther. Today, after receiving a call from Luther, they all gathered at the Rye’s Pizzas. All twelve of them, excluding Luther.

“To kill a pizza delivery guy, you gathered all of the zero squad,” the one with the tattoo 2 on his chin said, his arms folded tightly. Unlike the rest, he didn’t seem to be interested in pizzas. “This is an overkill among overkills.”

“Ou