Wrong Turn.

"Welcome, gentlemen."

Elliot Connery greeted the visitors as they approached his table.

"Mr. Elliot."

Johann took a seat, and Yuya stood behind him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?"

He was an informant, they were his clients. This was far from an ideal situation.

"Suspicion."

Johann rested his elbows on the table and entangled his fingers together.

"Are you selling information on us to the enemy?"

If Elliot chose to lie, he wasn't leaving this place alive.

"A very bizarre idea. I am an informant, not a con-man."

Elliot was confident.

"Client-Customer confidentiality. Unlike other informants, I know my limits."

Yuya was scanning him for any discrepancies. Fortunately, he wasn't lying.

"People like you are rare in this business. Tell me, was there someone that made you an offer for our whereabouts?"

"The answer is still the same. I am not a con-man."

He took out his phone and placed it on the table.

"This phone is assigned to you. One phone number, one hundred memos, and all the messages that I have sent you over the last few days. Except for you an me, no one knows this information."

"What about Jai? How do you manage to contact him?"

Elliot sighed.

"I call him once every year. His assistant handles the rest. Our relationship is purely based on give and take. He provides money, while I provide the information. On the months that I don't have any information, I am nothing more than a Grocer."

Johann was convinced. He wasn't lying.

"Do you have anything else for us?"

"I don't think so. All the information that you need has already been provided to you."

The A-class assassin rose up from his seat, and looked back at his disciple.

"Time to leave."

Without sparing Elliot another glance, they decided to leave the shop.

"Use the backdoor."

Elliot spoke out to them. They followed his directions and left the shop in secrecy.

The shop owner took out a can of beer from his mini fridge and popped off the cap.

'Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.'

He guzzled down the contents of the can in an instant.

'Click.'

The soft touch of metal at the back of his skull. He prepared himself.

"Make it-"

'Bang.'

The lady from the counter pulled the trigger, lodging a bullet in his brain.

"It was nice knowing you."

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"No changes in the plan."

On their way back to the hideout, Johann made his decision.

"Verstanden."

Yuya replied. If this was how it was going to happen, then all of the essential pieces were in place.

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The next day,

"Let's go over the plan once again."

Alex was inside the van, briefing Laura for the 15th time. Her memory was pathetic, and he needed her to memorize every single aspect of this mission.

"Bring it on."

The most viable route of entrance, and the path that could get her to the location as fast as possible.

After that, staircase to the 3rd floor to avoid any interception, while the camera's were disabled at certain points to nullify all attempts at tracking. As soon as she got to the 3rd floor, she had to make her way towards the 10th room as fast as she could. All of this was to be done in 21 minutes, in which Alex would be with her for only the first two. When she was in the room, she had to take a seat away from the window, even though it wouldn't matter much because the assailants might have advanced heat sensors.

She went through the route once again. Many twists and turns, but they were necessary to throw off any pursuers.

"What if you don't make it?"

Alex looked back at the board and said,

"You are dead."

If he didn't make it, there was no way she was leaving this city alive.

"But that isn't going to happen."

He looked back at her and said.

A confident declaration. He rubbed off the routes on the board and said,

"Now draw all the routes from memory."

She looked at the drawings and took the marker from his hand.

After drawing for around a minute, Alex said,

"Wrong turn. You will be lost."

She corrected her mistake and tried to remember the proper route. Soon after, the first part of the plan was visible.

3 minutes into the escape route, she made another mistake.

"Another wrong turn. Outside the range of the van, and a possibility of losing the sense of direction."

Silly mistake. She clicked her tongue and corrected it.

2 more mistakes later, she was able to get the required result.

"One more time."

This was going to be a long night.