Nyx POV

I lock the bathroom door behind me. My hands are shaking as I pull out my phone and shoot a text to Hera informing her that I have the target locked.

She replies almost immediately, that we move on five minutes.

Five minutes. I take a deep breath to calm my raging nerves. Five minutes is all I need to continue this play before I unmask that bastard.

I tuck the phone back into my pocket and check my gun. After a small pep talk, convincing myself that I can do this, I leave ...