Target On The Senator.

The city was still wet from last night's rain. Milan sat at the head of the long black desk, his fingers laced beneath his chin, eyes watching the seconds tick by on the wall clock like they owed him something. 

The day ahead was critical. He was closer than he had ever been to something he had craved for – his entire life, not power or fame, no he already had that.

What he wanted now was validation, a title that couldn't be bought with fear. A seat that came with applause and press coverage, not secret meetings and cleaned-up corpses.

He wanted to be Director of Health for the State; a senatorial office that would open doors, dignify his name, wipe away the stench of his past.

All he needed was one thing. And for that, he needed the two men he trusted the least.