I moved deeper into the mansion, cutting around corners and sweeping each room with a quick glance. The place sprawled in every direction, corridors branching like veins, too many blind spots and not enough light.
Demian's voice hissed in my ear through the Bluetooth. "We've entered the mansion. There's a man waiting behind that corner."
My grip on the knife shifted, blade low and close to my thigh to keep it hidden. I slowed my steps, rolling my weight from heel to toe so the floor would not creak, hugging the wall as I approached the turn. It should be quick and fast.
At the last second, I burst around the corner, staying tight to the wall so he had no time to raise an alarm. His eyes barely widened before I drove the knife up under his ribs, angling for the soft gap and twisting once to make sure he dropped and stayed down. There should be no mistake in this. The last thing I want someone to scream, announcing my presence.
