He’d arrived a half hour earlier, left his car near the main road, and walked the rest of the way, his bag over his shoulder and his pistol in his pocket, the suppressor alongside it where he could fit it in a matter of moments.The villa would pose a challenge – he’d spotted four competent-looking security men patrolling the exterior, all of whom appeared to know their business. That didn’t cause Drago to hesitate, but merely to formulate a more involved plan. They’d have to be neutralized in a manner that would prevent the occupants from noticing, which would be no mean feat in broad daylight. Then again, there was a reason he was considered to be the best. Now it was time to earn his money.The security men stayed outside while he watched, but he couldn’t depend on that. He could just go by what he’d observed through the small binoculars he’d brought. Through the high-magnification lenses, the men’s faces looked like they’d been carved from mahogany, although he thought he detected an air of boredom in their eyes – a positive for him, because complacency could buy him the time he’d need to dispatch them.He decided his best odds would come from using his sniper rifle, which would be reasonably accurate at up to five hundred meters, even with the wind.
