The General wanted Liam. He wanted to kill Liam himself, with his own hands. Which meant he would need to get close. Face-to-face close. Perhaps, close enough to kill. Doubt and uncertainty needled him. It was a significant risk. The chances of success were slim. The odds of survival non-existent. Even if Liam could get his hands on the General, he couldn’t fight off the mercenaries who’d unleash hell in revenge. He didn’t have to. Getting out wasn’t the important part. Only getting in.
