Diabolus: The Lethal Hunt

Chapter Twenty Four

KAI WOODS

    It's late at night when we arrive at the office building of Greenenterprises. The streets are deserted, and the only sounds come from the occasional car passing by. We had been planning this for a month, and we are finally ready to implement our plan.

    We had carefully scouted the area and we had identified the best way to enter the building without attracting attention. We parked our vehicles in a bushy area behind it and approached the building on foot, dressed in dark clothing and carrying our equipment.

    We have everything we need – lock picks, flashlights, guns, knives, and other tools of the trade. As we approach the building, my heart is pounding with excitement and nervousness. This is a risky operation, and if we are caught by James, I don't think we could get another chance to expose him in this way.

    "Come on now, Jesse, get your hands working."

    As we approach the front entrance of the building, which is locked and secured with an alarm system, Jesse is the first one to go. He quickly got to work on picking the lock, picking at it with his knife and a needle. It takes a few tense moments, but he manages to open the door without triggering the alarm.

    "Please, come in, my dear clients."

    Jesse chuckles as he slowly opens the glass door, careful not to draw any attention to us.

    As we slip into the building, I feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. My heart pounds in my chest, and my breaths come out in shallow, nervous gasps. This is it - the moment we had been planning and waiting for.

    "Brent."

    I hold my breath as he stops in his tracks, his face etched with worry and fear. In the dim light, his features are stark and sharp, his eyes darting around like a hunted animal. As he turns back towards me, I lean in close, my voice barely more than a whisper. I can feel the heat of his breath against my cheek as I speak.

   "If something bad happens..."

   "Plan B. I remember."

    He nods, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. I can see the tension in his muscles, the way his fingers clench tightly around his gun.

    With the precision of a well-oiled machine, we move toward the employee stairwell. We know the way by heart, having memorized every nook and cranny of the building. Step by step, we climb the stairs to the floor where our target lay waiting - the small room that will end this once and for all.

    We are like ghosts, moving silently and swiftly, our bodies pressed against the walls like shadows. We're careful to avoid any security cameras that might be watching us, our eyes darting around, scanning every inch of the building for any sign of danger.

    But as we move deeper into the building, the tension begins to mount. Every sound is magnified, every shadow a potential threat.

    "Kai, watch out!"

    As we almost reach the top floor of the building, Kevin's grip tightens around my hand, pulling me back into the stairwell before I can expose us on that floor. I can sense the tension in his body as we stand there, silent and waiting. And then, I hear it too - the unmistakable sound of footsteps and voices echoing through the floor, growing louder with each passing moment. I hold my breath, straining to listen to the words that are being exchanged, already knowing the owner of the voice.

    "Yes, William, I would expect you to say that. But without a payment, there's nothing I can do. The risk is higher, so all I can offer you is sending the truck through the borders as soon as you deliver the money."