The rush of adrenaline started to wear off. Adam's breathing gradually returned to normal as he stood in the quiet, destroyed kitchen. He glanced down at the two men at his feet who were unconscious.
Once assets, they are now important information sources. He could not afford to allow them to resurface as threats.
There was a new purpose to his movements. His hands were guided by the techniques he had learned from the assassins he had slain. He was aware of what to do. He conducted a professional search of them.
First he took away their weapons. Boot-sheathed knives and a small, ankle-strapped hold-out pistol. Then he looked around for other gadgets. Anything that might jeopardize his position is tracked by communication equipment.
Near the sofa in the living room, he discovered their abandoned pistol—the one he had fired from the desk. He took it up. All he could do was shake his head slightly.
