The Kidnapping

The sun sank into the waters of the Pacific Ocean as the white stucco houses began to turn orange and gold from the setting sun. 

Out in the parking lot of the Montblanc Hotel, several teams of Mage Elites had already begun parking their vehicles. 

The dark sedans with their dark glass looked out of place in such a bright friendly tourist environment but none of the men dressed in black suits cared. 

Their dark glasses and earbuds were inconspicuous cameras and communication devices connected to the head of the Mage Elites, Marcus Rashak.

He was, at that moment, up in one of the top rooms overlooking the parking lot and gazing down at the partially full parking lot where half a dozen of his men were holding their positions. 

Some were in conspicuous black limos while others were out of uniform and in various colorful cars.