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Chapter 1 – Tank

Tank pulled the balaclava over his face It was made of thin fabric, but still felt too hot andhis flesh in its own juices

He looked at the two silhouettes in the front of the van, then to Drake, who sat on the floor across fros crossed, shoulders hunched, elbows resting on knees His collection of knives was still laid out between theertips over the blades, still undecided about which ones he wanted to pick for tonight He knew his weapons by heart, the sauess which one of his firearrip alone

The sparse glow of the headlights died, a sure signal they were getting close to their target In the middle of Nowhere, New Mexico, one had to put effort into reht

“Are you sure this is the spot?” Tank asked Boar, who drove the van at a languid pace, as if they were on a road trip, not tracking their mark

“I double-checked the coordinates It has to be our guy”

Pyro twisted in the other seat, his features barely visible in the dark, but the rinned “There’s lights ahead We’re almost there”

About tiums itch for action It was in situations like these that he felt ht back memories of his time in Iraq, even if his army days ultimately had been a disappointment They were still what formed him into the man he was now

Lawless, and loyal only to his men

They weren’t here to bring justice or peace This was about money

Boar switched off the van “We should go on foot froine”