I stood by the window of my study, watching the heavy sheets of rain slam against the reinforced glass. The dark silhouette of the villa's perimeter walls was occasionally illuminated by jagged flashes of lightning, revealing the silent, efficient movements of my men as they began resetting the outer security line and clearing the dead bodies left behind by the failed raid. The police contacts I had dialed earlier were doing their jobs perfectly, ensuring the flashing sirens stayed far away from my gates while the mess was swept under the rug.
The storm was supposed to wash away the sins of the night, but the air inside the room remained thick, heavy with the lingering scent of copper, burnt gunpowder, and unrestrained fury.
