Asa’s POV

There was noise in the background on Marco’s end — yelling, a car door slamming and the dull echo of gunfire in the far distance.

“It’s bad, Boss. A small group of the Russians are clashing with The Syndicate not far from Sector Seven—close to our stash point.”

“Define clashing, Marco.” My grip on the wheel tightened.

“Gunfire. At least a dozen men. It started small but then it escalated." Marco said. "Two of their guys got into an argument, supposedly over a ...