The law of the Undercroft was simple: you get what you pay for. And Rook, the tough leader of this territory, had named his price. He wanted Commander Valerius, the Syndicate's local cyborg guard, completely taken care of.
Seraph and Draven had a new mission. It wasn't a military operation, but a gangland hit. They were no longer heroes or soldiers. They were assassins.
Rook's intel was good. It was the only thing you could truly depend on in this secretive, dangerous world. He gave them maps, guard times, and places to attack. Commander Valerius, he explained, always followed the same routine. Every night, exactly at 2:00 AM, he would leave his main base to check a guarded post near the Undercroft's black market district. He did this to clearly display his power and make sure the criminals knew he was the boss.
And it was the perfect place for an ambush.
