After sending Rachel and the others back, I stayed with Marlon's group.
The fight was over, but nobody treated it like it was over.
Marlon had his people sweep the Golden Nugget room by room, checking closets, service corridors, stairwells, storage spaces, and every floor that could hide one last man with a gun. Callighan's people had used the hotel long enough to know its layout, and that made them dangerous even after losing the main fight.
It took more than an hour before Marlon finally considered the building secure.
Even then, he called in additional men from the rear and spread them across the State Marina and the hotel grounds. The chance of Callighan hearing about the attack and sending people back immediately was slim, but it existed. Marlon was not about to let everyone relax just because they had won the first part.
People were exhausted, wounded, and riding the rush of victory. That was exactly when someone got careless.
Marlon knew it too.
