The lights came on and Petra looked around, sighing slightly as guards came in, pointing guns at her. She sighed, her arms crossed.
"State your name," the guard said roughly and Petra tilted her head, giving him a slow smile. "Don't you remember me, Berkley?" she asked sweetly. The man's face contorted with a mix of panic and anger, and he struck her head with the butt of his gun. She fell, and he grabbed her arm roughly. "We don't tell the Master about this," the guard told the others. "Understood?" They nodded silently and he dragged her off with the others following.
He would follow for a moment before hearing Petra's voice almost inaudibly through the earpiece. "Get the guy. Now."
Patrick Leery was asleep in his bed, his lips slightly parted. The commotion didn't seem to disturb him.
Gabe slowly pulled a small, suppressed pistol out of his bag with his left hand. He crept to the side of bed before pointing it at the man's temple.
The deed was done, faster than Gabe might have expected. However, the lights flew on, and an alarm sounded immediately.
