The three Land Rovers idled at the curb while the agents finished their briefings around Dax Carter, each one competing for his attention as he walked toward the vehicles.
"This is the agenda for today's session. The Prime Minister will be raising questions about the current situation with MI6. You'll want to be prepared."
"Sir, Ghost Wolf just reported in. There are signs of Nighthawk's presence in Tulip Grove. Investigation is ongoing."
"The CIA is requesting a copy of our Somalia intelligence package..."
Dax moved through all of it without expression, without acknowledgment, his face carrying the particular blankness of a man who had spent decades absorbing bad news and had long since stopped letting it register on the outside. He reached the lead Land Rover and put his hand on the
