Slipping into the apartment Raoul slept in was easy. The security system was bypassed as I waltzed in from the window. The man had been asleep according to Kevin but for precautions, I had a sound barrier set up.
“Alert me of any approaching patrol-bots.”
“Yes, sir.”
While Ignacio was packing, I had to ensure Raoul agreed to free the man from his contract. A Special Pass worker cannot be employed by two people and I wanted that brunet to become my proxy by any means possible.
The door slid open and I stepped into Raoul’s bedroom. The lump underneath the duvet lay unmoving, soundly asleep. It was freezing outside and being under warm covers sound nice.
Just before reaching out to the sleeping figure on the bed, I felt a taser pen point to my jugular and an arm holding me in a chokehold fashion. The movement had been quick with my reflexes dulled from the exhaustion. Nevertheless, it was of no big concern. Nash’s training had ensured a taser pen or two wouldn’t knock me out.