The new safe house was more cold than the last….it’s sleek, glass walled penthouse with a great view of the city’s busy street. Mike stood by the high windows, his reflection was a ghostly shadow against the dimly lit chandeliers. His fingers drummed repeatedly against the glass as he sighed restlessly.
They tried to kill me. The thought burned in his heart like flame. And now, it is my turn.
Behind him, Carter stood bent over a laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he pulled up files from the encrypted USB. Mr Austin paced restlessly nearby, his phone pressed firmly to his ear, barking orders continuously to the security teams. Mr Anderson stood silently by the door, his arms crossed and his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel.
“Got it,” Carter announced happily as he pu
