Looking at that, Silas couldn't hold his anger, especially Adrian who was ready to fight the bigger man.
He grabbed Adrian's arm before he could charge in recklessly. "Wait. We need a plan first."
"But he wanted to hurt Lucien!"
"Shhhh!"
His eyes scanned the room through the crack in the door. Andrea had his back to them, focused entirely on Lucien.
There was a small window behind the table, and near the corner sat several old fuel containers, probably left from when this building was still in use.
"Adrian, see those containers?" Silas whispered. "We create a distraction. Make him think there's a fire starting. While he panics, we grab Lucien."
Adrian's face was still flushed with rage, but he nodded. They had trained for situations like this, sort of. Gio always said that panic was a weapon if you knew how to use it.
Silas pulled out his gun with trembling hands. Eight bullets. They had to count.
