CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Samara edged slowly back towards the fort's rear wall. On the other side of this was the busy main street. She knew that her pursuer would have to go through an old derelict building until he got to the overgrown courtyard. His best bet was to wait for his men to return before breaking cover, then assess the situation before taking action. She could take them all, but not together. Samara was proficient in Krav Maga, but in a large group and all at once, even she would have difficulties. Maybe after a few more years of training, but not yet, she was only a year out of the academy, and this was her first actual assignment.
She had expected it would be an easy mission. Observe and report. How hard could that be?
Now all she could do was get the hell out – and fast.
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