The lighthouse trembled as another explosion echoed outside.
Dust drifted from the wooden beams overhead.
Daniel Cross climbed the final steps from the hidden tunnel and emerged into the main hall.
He stopped.
The front doors of the lighthouse stood open.
Cold ocean wind rushed inside.
Rain lashed across the old wooden floor.
Standing in the doorway were six masked operatives dressed in black tactical gear.
Behind them…
A tall man stepped forward.
Unlike the others, he wore no mask.
His charcoal overcoat was immaculate despite the storm.
Silver streaked through his dark hair.
His eyes were calm.
Almost gentle.
He looked more like a university professor than the leader of a covert organization.
“Hello, Daniel.”
Daniel’s shoulders stiffened.
“It’s been a long time, Richard.
