The Third Extraction
The cabin in Vermont was quiet. Snow covered the windows. The fire crackled in the stove. Cole sat at the table, the leather-bound book open in front of him. Mira and Lily slept in the bedroom. Kane was on the couch, snoring softly. Cole turned the page. The next name was in South Africa. Klaus Gruber. Johannesburg. Former a*******d-era intelligence officer. Consortium's African contact. Weapons. Diamonds. Blood money. Cole circled the name. Gruber had been active for forty years. He had survived regimes, sanctions, and assassins. He would be the hardest target yet. Kane woke at dawn. He saw Cole at the table. The book open. “Who's next?” “Gruber. South Africa.” Kane sat up. Rubbed his eyes. “He's dangerous. Connected.” “So was Volkov.” “Volkov was scared. Gruber isn't scared of a
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