Leitao arrived at the rendezvous point specified on the note from the restaurant owner: a local, defunct steel mill. He parked his vehicle in a concealed spot nearby, geared up, drew his Glock 19, and approached the target building in silence. The chain-link fence surrounding the perimeter was already rusted through.
Leitao knelt, using wire cutters to silently snip an opening. He fixed his eyes on three guards smoking at the corner, timing their patrol routes and calculating the gaps. As the three men dispersed, he pressed himself against the wall and moved quickly, his combat boots making almost no sound.
The moment the nearest guard turned around, Leitao struck. His left hand clamped firmly over the man’s mouth and nose while his right hand drove a combat knife diagonally into the base of the skull, striking a vital point. The guard didn't even have time to struggle before he went limp. Leitao lowered the body slowly to the ground, simultaneously locking onto his second target.
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