47- Hanging with Garrote

  Having followed his prey’s watery trail into a narrow passageway, Ammar felt cautiously hopeful. The ground was dry, and the infidel was wet, which meant Ammar had tracks that were easy to follow, at least temporarily. The wet prints led him up a long flight of stairs and under a two-hundred-year-old arch before they suddenly disappeared.

  That brought the security agent to a cautious halt. He was examining the well-lit patch of ground in front of him when a fiber-wire noose dropped over his head and began to tighten around his neck.

  Ammar dropped his gun and brought his hands up—but it was too late. He was jerked off his feet. The Moroccan attempted to scream, but discovered that he couldn’t.

  His legs kicked uselessly in the air.

  After a few moments, the kicking stopped.

- Hitman: Enemy Within, Chapter 6