The narrow alley where they resided was cold. The windows of their decrepit warehouse home rattled in its vicious breath. The team had spent the past few days preparing, gathering intel and devising a way to infiltrate Petrov's summit in Vienna. Every step they took was like walking a tightrope one wrong move and they could find themselves caught in a deadly snare. But there was no coming back from that now.
James was at the makeshift map on the wall running his finger along the routes and locations they had studied. The walls were adorned with photographs of Petrov’s main collaborators and with international politicians, businessmen and other high-profile people, all of whom were connected with the elusive mastermind. But despite everything they had learned, something continued to gnaw a
