The safe house was supposed to be secure, but Wayne had stopped believing in safety a long time ago.
He stood at the window, watching the rain lash against the glass. Berlin was a city of ghosts, its streets haunted by the echoes of wars long past. But the ghosts he was fighting now were different. They were everywhere and nowhere, their presence felt in every shadow, every corner of the world.
"Jude, what do we have?" he asked, his voice flat.
The analyst was at his tablet, his fingers flying across the screen. "I've been tracking the Assembly's communications. They're meeting in three days. Location: an old castle in the Scottish Highlands."
"Who's leading them?"
"That's the problem. The Assembly doesn't have a single leader. They're a council of equals, each one representing a diff
