Dante

The air in the room was polluted with the smoke from my cigarette. I stood by the open window in the villa where I was using as my hideout in the base of this city. Things were not going well. Not at all. Two of my men were dead. They weren't injured persay, they had died.

I had gotten the news earlier in the morning. That the men I'd trained, the men I'd sent off to die…. Were actually gone.

The door to the room swung open and Franco, one of my most faithful subordinates walked ...