"It's best we leave no traces. After all, we don't want the Russian government putting targets on our heads."
Terrence couldn't agree more.
Stealing the diamond was one thing, but if an entire regime got involved, it would leave them in a difficult situation afterward.
Carefully, he spread the documents out on the table and scrutinized them, nodding slightly in appreciation of the flawless forgeries.
The crisp paper and authentic-looking stamps spoke volumes about the meticulous planning that had gone into this mission.
Not just that, he also got a folder full of information about his fake identity.
His name would be James Bishop, an ordinary gym trainer from Sweet Home, Alabama, visiting Russia as a tourist.
So he also needed to travel to Alabama first, then catch another plane. It was a hassle, but a necessary one.
'So my flight is four days from now, huh,' Terrence murmured, glancing at the flight itinerary printed on the document.
