There were no such things as a perfect plan. Most plans would always have at least one factor that could not be accounted for.
Variables. In the end, there were only perfect executions. If a plan had no mistakes, then the one who made it could only be called a divine entity.
Even so, Nightreign still could not believe this would happen.
A leak.
Instead of the police or the Revenant Knights pursuing them, it was fellow mercenaries from the deep web.
Nightreign had expected corporate retaliation. They had expected law enforcement, government, or even the Directorate.
But mercenaries were another matter entirely. They operated outside regulation. They took whatever job paid more. If someone offered a higher price for Leo Deutschmann's head, then Nightreign was simply another obstacle in their way.
That meant only one thing.
A counter-bounty had been issued.
And judging by the number of hostile signatures already moving toward their escape route, it was not a small sum.
