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“Hey there, Luke,” Sienna said. Her blond hair hung long and loose, and she wore a navy dress and pumps. She was slender and tall, at five foot seven, and she had been working with their team, gathering intelligence, for four years. She was the CIA side, with assets he didn’t want to know about.
“Sienna, you’re looking rather fetching in that dress,” he said.
That was another thing about her: She gave the impression of being a PTA mom, a former cheerleader from the Midwest, but in fact, she was really good at what she did.
She strode up to where he stood in the team’s hotel suite on the top floor of the five-star Emperor Hotel in Geneva, where he was cleaning his HK 416. Even though he couldn’t carry it under his suit, it was his go-to weapon of choice. However, the spot of sniper on
