CHAPTER 33

" Sir, we're in position " a CSS agent dressed as a waiter answered through his mouth piece.

" Down floors clear sir, " another one who waited at the park responded.

" Maintain your position, " Paul answered " Fasting won't hesitate to open fire if he has even the slightest clue that we're here, stay alert " he said as he walked out through the kitchen door, rolling a trolley towards a table, where a man and his wife sat across from each other.

" Your orders sir, madam " Paul said smiling, as he dropped their plates on the table, and retreated to the kitchen, " get the rifles ready, take the first clear shots you get " Paul ordered as he rolled the trolley away,

" Copy that sir "

They had planted sedatives in all the rifles, that way Fasting and his goons wouldn't know what hit them, they would avoid an open shoot out, and by the time they finally regained conciousness, they would already be locked in secure cells. It was a well thought out plan, with no hiccups, at