November 3,
2019 – 02:16 JST
“Is it done?”
“Yes. Kazawa’s dead. His organ trafficking business along with him.”
“Good. And the assassin?”
“Should’ve landed in Washington a couple of hours ago.”
“Hmm. He got the call sooner than we had expected.”
“Is that a problem?”
“No. We’ll just have to bring a couple of things forward.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“For now? Nothing. Keep a low profile, rest up, and wait for my call.”
“I thought you wanted me to go after your next target?”
“Not yet. Besides, he’s proving difficult to track down. When the time is right, we may need to go straight for plan B.”
“The woman?”
“Yes. You find her, he will find you.”
“I’ll await your call.”
The line clicked dead.
Miley Tevani looked out over the Tokyo skyline for a moment longer before moving over to the sofa and sitting down heavily. She felt frustrated but knew better than to question her orders.
She pressed gently at the extensive bandaging covering her neck. The stitching had begun to irritate her. She gazed absently around the penthouse, trying not to think of the night she spent here a couple of weeks ago.
But she knew he wouldn’t be back. There was no reason for anyone to think she was alive. She had been careful to cover her tracks. But even if anyone did, no one would think to look for her in Adrian Hell’s apartment.
Here, she could bide her time and fully recover. Yes, she had her orders, which she would obey without question. But she also had her own agenda. Her own mission.
Make Adrian Hell suffer.