Brayden says to me, guiding me down a dark hallway and through an empty kitchen. We're heading towards the exit the restaurant staff use during business hours. Right now, Brayden says, a half dozen delivery trucks have pulled up to start unloading. We're going to use them to get away from the hotel as safely as possible. Short of sending me in an armored car, stealth is the next best thing. I'm not sure what to think of this man. Obviously, he's skilled. I can tell he's good at his job, but what sorts of resources does he have? What can he really do for us in the long run? And where the fuck did he come from? “This is a mission. You get to your father's house, you unload, you leave. I don't even want you to stay the night there.” Neither do I, so I don't bother to argue. “I'm sending three men with you; it's all I can spare. We're a little short-handed around here.”Brayden moves over to the door, touches a hand to his earpiece and smiles.“And lucky for you, there a couple other people on this tour that Stephen seems to personally have it out for, and you're not one of them.
