They slipped into the garage like ghosts, their breaths making small clouds in the cold air.
The garage was huge, full of shiny cars — fast sports cars, armored black sedans, and rare collectible cars that looked like they belonged in a museum.
Victor let out a low whistle. "Damn… and I thought Leon's bike was expensive."
"Focus," Katya snapped, looking around carefully.
Two mechanics were working near a red car at the far end.
One had his head under the hood, and the other was searching in a toolbox, humming quietly.
Katya and Victor looked at each other.
He grinned faintly, then slid along the side of a black coupe. Katya moved in parallel.
She slipped behind the first mechanic, looping her SMG strap around his neck. He jerked once, then went limp in her arms.
At the same time, Victor grabbed the second mechanic and knocked him out.