A man's reputation precedes him, as they say. These were killers, each with blood on their hands, yet they couldn't help but feel nervous in the face of Victor Morgan.
Tyson Vance was furious when he heard this. 'I spent so much time on this decision, how can they back down now? The arrow is already on the string; there's no turning back.'
"As long as you get the job done, I can add another five million, bringing the total to a full twenty million. The ten of you must get this done for me."
"If this succeeds, you won't have to take on any more dangerous missions for the rest of your lives. You can just enjoy yourselves. Isn't that what you want?"
"In this day and age, how can you retreat? No matter how capable he is, he's out in the open while we're in the shadows. All it takes is one attack he won't see coming, and he's a dead man."
After listening to Tyson Vance, the assassins were conflicted. The mission was difficult, but the payment he offered was too tempting to refuse.
