Chains shook his head. "He's not a heister. He's a sculptor . He carves the job out of reality and leaves nothing behind."
The Rain Washes Clean
The Tailor spoke into a subdermal mic. "Clear. Move." Dallas didn't believe it. They walked through the front door. Past the motionless guards slumped over desks. Past the cameras with their dark, dead lenses. Into the vault. No shouts. No gunfire. No pagers chirping. silent assassin payday 2 mod
Chains just stared at the bodies. "They're breathing. He put them to sleep ." Chains shook his head