BOOK TWO: BLOOD & ROSES
Chapter One: The Hunter
The rain hammered down on the Moscow streets like bullets from heaven. Ethan Blackwood pressed himself against the wet brick wall of the warehouse, his breathing controlled despite the adrenaline screaming through his veins. Three years of training had taught him to harness fear, to channel it into focus sharp enough to cut glass.
Through his earpiece, he heard the calm voice of his handler.
"Target is moving to the south exit. You have ninety seconds before his security detail realizes the power grid failure wasn't an accident."
Ethan didn't respond. Radio silence unless absolutely necessary. That was the protocol.
He moved through the shadows like smoke, his footsteps silent despite the puddles forming on the concrete. The Glock 19 in
