Rome, Italy
Day Seven
Stefano hung up the phone and shook his head. Antonio had clearly been compromised. Call off the mission? Hell no!
How long had the comandante’s son been working against their plans? The attack on his men in Buto came to mind. What had gone down there?
comandanteStill, this current situation was a complication for which he hadn’t planned. From his spot near the top of Castel Sant’Angelo, he looked down the Via della Conciliazione toward the basilica, thinking.
He and his favorite rifle were in an alcove of the arched passageway that circumnavigated the round castle while Michael was nearby, scouting. The fortress was closed for the night and Michael’s job was to ensure it stayed that way. The four security guards who’d been on duty had been picked off without i
