As I stepped outside and into the impossibly cool air, the skyscraper lights stretched into long shadows that painted the ground with the signs of traffic, generation and time. In their armored SUV the air was thick with expectation. “Porridge,” James offered up absently, gazing up at the massive structure looming before them—the Syndicate’s clandestine data hub, disguised beneath the guise of an upscale hotel.
Sarah double-checked her weapons, her fingers deft and smooth. “It had better be worth it, James.” Her voice was calm but with an undercurrent of tension.
James nodded, his jaw set. “It will be. We destroy their Kosovo-based operations, we take out the entire network.”
Hassan sat next to him, his hand on the handle of his rifle, his body language primed for action. He did not spe
