Anthony, on the other hand, leaned forward to pick his drink up and gulped it down at one go. The only sound that could be heard over the blasting music was that of the harsh and nervous breathing of the people scattered across the room. No one dared to move a muscle. It was fascinating to observe the amount of control Anthony had over these people. They were all well-experienced assassins and could easily leave his side, but he held them all together. He made them fear him. Such was the power of Anthony Murray.
"Scott is dead," he began.
I heard the sharp intakes of breath in the small crowd. I looked around to read the expression on everyone's faces. One particular person caught my notice. Sean, the hacker, was looking directly at me, his eyes filled with question. I stared back at him, silently asking him to look away. His eyes shifted back to Anthony who was now facing the others in the room.
