The driver was a low-level courier, trembling. But in the back seat, shielding his eyes from the muzzle light, sat a man with a thick beard and a distinct scar running down his cheek.
The SAS team took cover, assessing the situation. They knew they had to act fast. Bull took out the bodyguards with swift precision shots, while Hawk and Frost closed in on The Archon. sas - octavia red