“You really think you can pull this off? It’s at least thirty security guards, Sergei. Plus, the guests, who will probably all be armed.” “It’s nothing a bit of C-4 can’t handle,” I say and head in the direction of the guards. “We drove all the way here with C-4 in a trunk?” he whisper-yells after me. “How much did you pack?” I look over my shoulder and wink at him. “All of it, Albert.”
