“... more incentives.”
A pair of beady eyes bored into my forehead when silence ensued. I flashed the famous hundred watt smile after noticing none of the words registered in my head. “Naturally. Everything can be arranged. However, I hope that you understand this is a trade.”
Juma West was an ugly, fat and bald thing whose grubby fingers only worshipped the credits in his account. Although this man had nothing on him according to my information, he was one of the targets on that list. Twelve targets, twelve purposes. Juma was the first because he was the least important.
Tiny eyes narrowed. “What are you asking for in return?”
I smiled charmingly but it did nothing to soothe the man’s wariness. “Your death,” I thought in reply while sipping Pantiumite champagne. Taking my time to reply, I observed how the drones were in position. Kevin started the countdown and I placed the glass down.
“Well, Mr East…”
“It’s West.”