"I am tired of waiting for Celeste to play her quiet games," Ruben growled, tossing a thick briefcase loaded with cash onto a metal table.

Standing across from him were ten heavily armed men wearing dark, unmarked tactical gear. At their belts hung silenced sidearms, combat rifles, and specialized close-quarters blades.

"Ten men," Ruben spat, his eyes gleaming with lethal madness. "I don't care about going with any plans anymore. I want you to go into that apartment, and her until there is nothing left of her, and set the entire floor on fire. Burn the building to the ground so there are no ashes left for Jason to weep...