LECTER JAMES: Rise of the Braveheart

Chapter 62

Lecter stepped out of the mansion that morning in the usual as he has been doing for seven consecutive days. He wore his health kits and jogged all the way to the outskirts of the town, around certain blocks and then made a push to return by passing through an alley.

"Boss, how's the run?" Alaric asked over the phone.

"Stamina is building. Are you in position?" Lecter asked him.

"Yes boss. We are waiting in the alley. All we need now is for the assassin to show up and we will kill him," Alaric said to Lecter.

"The assassin has showed up already, Alaric. Infact, he is following me right now as we speak," Lecter said and carefully gazed at the man who had been tailing him for a very long time. The man, like Lecter had disguised to be a runner.

Lecter smirked as he kept jogging. The assassination had no idea what awaited him.

"What do you want us to do now boss? Should we come to you?" Alaric asked but Lecter rocked his head in the negative although Alaric couldn't see it.

"No. Stay put.