The glow of Istanbul’s city lights corkscrewed off the wet pavement while James and his team huddled in shadows across from The Mirage Club one of the Syndicate’s most heavily guarded compounds.
This was The Jackal’s den.
It was a simple but lethal plan. They would insert, they would get him where they wanted, and they would put him down before he knew what happened.
James adjusted his earpiece. “Everyone in position?”
Lina’s voice came first. “Rooftop. Clear view of the entrance.”
Disguised as a wealthy patron, Sarah whispered, “Inside. They are heavily guarded in the VIP section. This won’t be easy.”
Malik, who was at the back alley, broke into a laugh. “Good. I like a challenge.”
James smirked. “Let’s make this count.”
A Dangerous Entry
Clad in a form-fitting black suit, James
