CHAPTER 00011
As Akar approached the mansion, the sun was sinking lower in the sky, about halfway under the horizon line. He realized as he got closer that there were guards posted by the front door, so he'd have to find another way to do reconnaissance. He found his way around the side of the manor, where there was an extremely tall glass window spanning two stories of what appeared to be a large dining hall.
Through the window Akar spotted a long table, where it looked like about ten people were seated, discussing something. Despite the fact that there was a wall between them, Akar was able to pick up on indistinct bits of conversation.
Though it was hard to make out full sentences, Akar was able to draw one conclusion - the group was certifiably composed of local mafia leaders. A mob operation was clearly brewing here, one Akar knew he needed to stop.
However, that notion was quickly cut short when he felt a sharp metal tube pressed against the back of his head.
It was the soldiers that were patrolling the exterior. They'd found him.
"Well, well," he heard from behind him. "Looks like somebody's trying to get up to a little trouble."
Akar couldn't even turn around, fearing for his life. Instead, the man walked around to his front. He was tall, especially when considering Akar was crouching. He wore a striped suit and a fedora. He crouched down to Akar's level, getting uncomfortably close to his face.
"How much of the plan do you know?
Though he hadn't heard anything about any plan, Akar had an idea. Maintaining his poker face, he rambled his way through a lie.
"Everything," he said. "I know everything." The man stood up again.
"Well then I guess we'll just have to kill you."
The soldiers picked him up, carrying him through one of the manor's side doors.
And just like that, he was in.