REBORN AFTER DEATH
Our words carried weight as we sought the perfect arsenal that would guarantee a discreet and effective execution.
Seated at a table, the atmosphere thick with tension, I leaned in, my gaze fixed upon Silence, as I voiced my concerns about potential secret guards shadowing our target, Mr. Martin.
"Silence," I began, my voice a mere whisper in the heavy air, "I believe Mr. Martin has secret guards watching his every move. We need weapons that can swiftly neutralize them without drawing attention to our operation."
Silence's eyes narrowed, the gravity of the situation reflected in his expression. He nodded, acknowledging the significance of discretion.