The old hangar still smelled like oil and melted snow, even after all those years since KAS decided to make it their unofficial meeting place. Rust bit at the rafters, half the lights flickered like they were dying in protest, and one of the side doors never closed all the way. But it was theirs.
And they had made sure that no one knew about it. In fact, Lachlan had even gone so far as to have completely erased it from any map. This was their safe house, the one that not even their individual handlers knew about.
In the center of the massive room sat four couches, a television, a round dining room table, and a small kitchenette with an industrial-sized fridge and freezer combo in the corner.
Three of the men sat at the table, a deck of cards splattered on the table in front of them as three killers played a round of 'Go Fish'.
