“Get your comms and weapons ready,” Nico said. “Damian’s sources have been paid to keep Anastos’s men busy, but not for long. We need to be on the move as soon aswestop.”
Damian switched on the earpiece he’d been given when they exited the plane in Tanagra and Luca handed weapons to eachofthem.
There was nothing more to say. Entering from two different locations would give them a chance if one of the entrances was being watched by Anastos’s men. They would meet at the bottom of the stairs and make their way to the fourth floor. They knew Aria was being kept in one of two apartments, but there was no way to further isolate her location without going in. That meant each team would have to take oneapartment.
Only one of them would have the right one and they would get Aria out by any meansnecessary.
They would get themselves out thesameway.
Damian didn’t expect anything more concrete than what they had. Raids were fluid. There was no telling what would be on the other side of the door. There was only the process: as covert an entry as possible, the clearing of the location room by room, the ability to eliminate any obstacle in the path of their objective — getting Aria outalive.
Farrell pulled up to the curb outside a fast-food establishment and Nico handed him a semi-automatic weapon. Farrell checked the magazine and slammed it back intoplace.
“Let’s go,”hesaid.
Damian openedthedoor.
They moved across the sidewalk, he and Farrell sprinting down a cramped alley toward the back of the building where Aria was being held while Nico and Christophe headed for the street that ran in frontofit.
Damian ignored the noise of the city around him, the curious eyes of passersby and store owners as they rushed forward in their tactical gear. With any luck, the citizens of Omonoia would assume they were with the policedepartment.
Either that or they were withAnastos.
Damian didn’t care either way. He was focused on one thing and one thing only — getting Aria outalive.
Whatever the cost.