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Peter
It’s just before midnight when we land on a private airstrip near Istanbul, less than five miles from our target’s suburban mansion. Our task for tonight is to scope out the area in person, as we’ve been going by satellite and drone imagery so far.
If all goes well, we’ll strike in a few days.
We’re all tired and jet-lagged—it’s already morning in Japan—so we keep our reconnaissance brief. Anton and Yan drive around the gated community where the mansion is located, noting key landmarks and potential escape routes, while Ilya and I enter the community on foot, using the guard shift change to scale the ten-foot fence near the main gate.
This level of security is designed to keep out ordinary criminals, not former Spetsnaz assassins.
The difficult part will be the security at A
