The bar was a dive, the kind of place where memories went to die and secrets were traded for cheap whiskey.
Wayne sat in the corner, his back to the wall, his eyes scanning the room. The contact was late, which was never a good sign. But he had learned patience in this war, learned to wait for the right moment, the right opportunity.
"He's here," Jude said, his voice crackling through the comms. "Approaching from the east. Alone."
Wayne nodded, his hand resting on his weapon. The contact was a man named Viktor, a former Cabal operative who had been selling information to the highest bidder for years. He was a snake, but he was a snake with valuable information.
Viktor slid into the booth across from him, his eyes darting around the room. "You're early."
"You're late."
"I had to make
