Tapping on the window of the fourteenth floor of Ignacio’s room, I waited for the man to respond. After a minute of waiting and still no response, I decided to let myself in.
The room was dark and hardly furnished, to no surprise. To the left was a small desk with a work terminal. To the right was a bed that looked as if someone had slept in it till recently. There were no other doors in the room except the one leading to the main corridor.
I approached the bed silently and found that it felt warm. Someone had been sleeping in it until a moment ago. My hitman senses tingled.
Ducking down out of reflex from my training, I twisted around to catch sight of a silhouette. A rather harmless looking pillow was held high above my attacker’s head and I lunged forward, catching him by surprise.