Chapter 81: Meeting Silvanus
The old villa sat on a hill just outside the capital. One could see weather-worn stone walls and overgrown hedges. There was no guards in sight and also no cameras—at least not visible ones.
The whole place was just filled with silence and a sense of seclusion.
Silvanus arrived alone.
Tyler had wanted to send him transport but he didn’t trust cars provided by strangers. And he doesn’t have a car, so he rode his own battered black motorcycle.
He parked it a full block away, scanned the rooftops, then approached the compound on foot.
His Glock 17 sat tucked inside his waistband. He wore a nondescript green shirt and tan tactical pants, boots muddy from the walk.
He has no idea what awaits him inside the villa and being cautious, he made sure he came prepared. He remembered that some of his members had been captured and killed the same way too. He can’t risk walking into a trap.
Walking forward, his left eye twitched slightly, as it always did when he sensed danger.
He didn’t know who he was meeting. All he got was just a message. A vague and bold one and it was offering help, resources and backing.
These were things his movement desperately needed. But also things he’d spent a decade refusing.
Silvanus stood by the iron gate for a second, looking at the building. The windows dark and the front door open just slightly, looking very inviting.