Peter nodded and turned to another one of his boys as he said, "You, take my seat. I'm riding shotgun."

In the end, he was no martial elite, just a seasoned contract killer who needed his firearms.

Moreover, orders from above were to keep this quiet, which was how he came up with this bulletless, clandestine strategy to eliminate Tanya. Should there be any surprises, he had also hidden a handgun already aimed from beneath the seats, which would fire if necessary.

He had been prepared to enjo