William took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he watched his men secure Rico and Dina inside the aircraft. His sharp eyes stayed on them, scrutinizing every movement as the tracking devices were carefully fastened to their ankles.
He wasn't willing to take any chances, not this time. There were too many variables, too many risks. This operation had to go flawlessly, and he'd already put countermeasures in place for anything that might go wrong.
As Rico and Dina were forced into their seats, bound and subdued, William pulled out his phone and quickly dialed his brother's number.
"I've got them both," he said tersely, keeping his voice steady. "We're ready to leave in two minutes, and I'll move them to the location we discussed." Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
