Drakes POV

 Ten security guards sealed off the reception hall, trapping me in their center with a heavily built guy who looks like a heavyweight champion. I’m guessing that he is their best soldier, and they have chosen him to take me out. I have a fully loaded gun safely hidden at the back of my suit I also have a knife strapped to my ankle, which could do some damage if needed. But as I focus my eyes on the pathetic fools, I knew it would be a waste if I pulled out my gun on them. Using my knives or any other weapon would be too messy. So...