Asa's POV

“Target confirmed, Boss." Marco’s voice cut through the silence in my earpiece. "Jake’s at the old scrapyard off Pier Eleven.”

“How long ago?” I asked quietly, standing in front of my room window back in my estate, watching some of my men train outside.

“Fifteen minutes.” Marco replied. “He’s alone. Probably waiting for a pickup. You want me to move in?”

“Not yet." I said, turning from the window. “Keep eyes on him. If he’s desperate enough to sell us ...