From where Sunday sat, he could already pick out a few CSS agents, some guised as waiters, others as normal people having a meal. " Sir, we're in position " a CSS agent dressed as a waiter answered through his mouth piece. " Down floors clear sir, " another one who waited at the park responded. " Maintain your position, " Paul answered " Fasting won't hesitate to open fire if he has even the slightest clue that we're here, stay alert " he said as he walked out through the kitchen door, rolling a trolley towards a table, where a man and his wife sat across from each other. " Your orders sir, madam " Paul said smiling, as he dropped their plates on the table, and retreated to the kitchen, " get the rifle ready, take the first clear shots you get " Paul said as he rolled the trolley away, " Copy that sir "
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