It was dark by the time the assassins were positioned around the famous capital centre, nowhere all of the council men lived. Lucan was standing a few feet away from the actual scene, his eyes dark as he took in the formation.
The night was eerily silent, almost like it knew of the atrocities that would be committed within it, and it did not quite approve.
"Your Majesty."
Lucan slowly turned to the head assassin as Angel walked up to Lucan, too.
"We are ready. Our spy has identified all of them to currently be in the large basket hall situated in the west wing of the house of the Minister of War."
Lucan nodded. "Break down the doors and make a path for me. I do not like to kill unsuspecting men."
The assassin nodded and walked away after a deep bow. Lucan took a deep breath as his hand tightened……
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