Chapter Eighteen

Viper slipped away quietly, moving towards his car while staying alert. He was parked a stone's throw from the warehouse. He was careful and hated being caught so he always applied caution.

The car door opened, and Viper entered into the driver's seat.

The engine roared to life, and he navigated the streets.

It was close to midnight, and the streets were now very dark but thank goodness for the street light that shone across the roads.

The street was now deserted with close to no one on the streets, a quiet stage set for Viper's operation.

His eyes darted all over the place, scanning the streets for any hint, any trace of the face on the picture provided to him that had been etched into his memory, and he couldn't afford to miss any potential lead.

Viper's phone rang just as he was cruising through the deserted streets. He scanned through his phone to see who was calling, with a wicked smile, he answered the call, bringing the device to his ear. It was his friend, also an undercov