Philippe led his cell through the streets of Zurich after dark. Late into the night they had gathered. He had initially planned to strike in the day, but he had to modify his plans after Jacque posed a question that created uncertainty among the group.
And naturally, the other cells adjusted their timing once he coordinated with them about this unfortunate reality.
They wore masks and covered their heads with hoods. They shuffled through the streets, trying their best to remain undetected by the police who patrolled late into the night.
Since Jacque knew the target intimately, he was tasked with breaking and entering the premises.
The man's hands trembled as he tried desperately to pick the lock. Fumbling the lockpick, which nearly fell to the floor of Philipp hadn't been nearby, watching and waiting for the moment Jacque slipped up.
He caught it midair, and gave it back to Jacque, his voice contained a performative friendliness that sent chills down Jacque's spine.
