Avery Stanton sat in his office chair with a broad smile on his face. He’d just had a phone call; Steel was on the way back to the US, specifically New York. For Stanton, this meant one thing: it was almost over, his boy was coming back, and they had most of the targets safe and sound. The London office would be flying the others over early in the morning. Stanton had made it clear to the top brass that he didn’t feel comfortable with them all meeting in New York. Still, Director Headly thought it best, considering the loss of Falkner.
Stanton had voiced his reservations; he didn’t know anyone in the New York office. Sure, he had met a few at conferences but didn’t know any of them. The ones he had been friends with had all retired or moved to greener pastures.
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