As long as Morgan sits in that window seat, it's their time to strike.
The mercenaries began to lie in wait, ready to spring their trap.
As time ticked by, just when the Mercenary Corps almost thought Morgan wouldn't show up, a black Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance of the restaurant.
"He's here," Abigail whispered. He didn't rush the strike as the distance was a bit far. Although there was a chance of hitting the target, failure would surely alert Morgan. The best time to take action would be once Morgan sat in that seat. Of course, they had a backup plan in case the sniper failed.
One member was already dining in the restaurant. In the chaotic aftermath of a potential failed sniping attempt, they could easily pull out a gun and shoot.
The entire plan formed a perfect kill zone. However, Morgan was completely oblivious as he entered the restaurant and sat in the designated seat.
