Upon reaching him, the hooded man crouched beside Mark and drew a phone. His voice was calm, businesslike as he put the call through.
"Target down," he said into the line. "The buyer took the advance, and one of our men is locked onto him. The dealer's identification confirms it was a commission to Scorpion."
A crisp woman's voice answered on the other end, belonging to none other than Vivian. "Can your crew take care of them?" It seemed quite casual, as if she were used to ordering such things regularly.
The man's eyes flicked to the street entrance. "Kill or capture?"
"Kill them all if possible," the woman said. "But the one who met Mark — capture him alive." There was a beat. "If you need more resources, name your price."
The man hesitated for a fraction, then spoke. "But the one you told me to capture is an A-rank, and he has eight more in his gang. It's a high-risk job. So, an additional 3 million will be charged."
