FLETCHER'S POV

I signaled to Bianca and Carlos with my hand to stay behind, as I leaned on the walls of the jailhouse. I saw Logan's thugs running from the staircase of his palace.

They had a spot to stow away on the off chance that they drew nearer - one more wall isolated the jail grounds from the terrains having a place with the palace.

The leader of the unit tilted his head back, sucking on his wad of tobacco, and grins at us before throwing in a handheld grenade.

This at least gave our men much time to reshuffle and hit their target perfectly.

In the meantime, our...