Paul entered through the backdoor with his gun on his hip and knife in his back pocket. His men flanked him, covering him from every angle as they entered the closed café. The lights were off with the exception of the single bulb glowing from the kitchen. The windows at the front of the shop were pitch black so that any unfriendly eyes could not spot this unusual meeting.
His men scattered around the opposite side of the café, holding rifles and pistols. They were all dressed in black with bulletproof vests. He and the other party had agreed earlier to come there alone but neither of them followed that condition, to follow that condition would be nothing less than a fatal mistake.
