I don't usually get nervous going after the bad guys. Tonight's different, though. Hiding in the trees and brush surrounding Kirill's safe house, watching his men go in and out, beers in their hands, cigarettes hanging from their mouths, I want to run in and kill every mother fucker in there. But my gut's in knots, and that's what's bothering me. I know this isn't going to be nearly as easy as it sounded in Church when we went over the plan again. The brothers know it as well.
We've skulked in the woods for the last hour, waiting and watching.
"If Voltz is right," Dire whispers beside me, "they'll go inside soon. That's when Viktor is up."
I nod, even though I'm almost sure he can't see me. It's pitch black out here, the only light coming from the windows on the second floor of
