The drive through Istanbul was a blur of narrow streets, screeching tires and the eternal thrum of tension. The team's escape from the warehouse had been messy, but successful at least for now. But James couldn't rid himself of the suspicion that the syndicate was regrouping, readying retaliation. The information was a victory, but it had come at a cost: They were now targets in the sights of one of the most dangerous organizations on the planet.
There was a potent mix of exhaustion and adrenaline in the van. Hassan had taken the passenger seat and gripped his rifle in his hand, surveying the streets in front of them for the danger he was sure lay ahead. Sarah sat in the back, her sniper rifle cradled in her lap. Pale and drained, Lina was bent over her laptop, fingers flying. The Broker,
