It was ten in the evening when they got the call to shut down the operation. Trish was just happy to be out of the cramped van and sucking in clean air once more. She knew that Brena would be pissed, so she took her time getting back to the safe house.
Trish didn’t know what had caused the enviable closedown. However, she suspected it was a call from Langley, possibly Stanton himself. Whatever it was, she was grateful.
* * *
‘You’re an hour late. Why?’ Brana asked Trish as she walked through the front door of the safe house.
‘Nice to see you too,’ she responded, hoping her comeback would choke him.
‘We are wanted back in Langley. There have been … developments in Berlin,’ Brena said with unease as if the very words were made of broken glass.
‘Did they find the next target?’ asked Dut
