Death.

The body dropped soundlessly to the ground in front of the assassin. David was in his element. He forgot everything except the moment. The perimeter had been easy. Sammy Moreno and his men were celebrating. He'd relaxed security, brought his men in closer for the celebration of the downfall of his enemy. He had booze, drugs and whores brought in, easing up on his usual paranoia in the face of one less man that would want him dead.

David took out the South guard. ...