"Answer it," Bisma commanded softly, his dark face illuminated by the amber glow of the console. "Let him hear the voice of the man who is coming to kill him."
The sharp red indicator light on the emergency radio console pulsed rhythmically in the pitch-black interior of the secluded boat house. The ambient temperature was dropping quickly, the freezing air from Lake Zurich creeping through the gaps in the weathered timber walls. Rain and slush slapped against the narrow glass panes, mixing with the dark water sloshing against the wooden pylons beneath their boots.
Meira stared at the console screen. Her hands trembled slightly as she hovered her fingers over the primary receiver key. The encrypted frequency signature belonged to Minister Vance's private terminal, a secure line that sh
