Vatican, Rome
Day Seven
As soon as the Secret Service radio plug in Rey’s ear reported that POTUS had been attacked in Stockholm, a ripple went through the agents stationed in Rome. Chatter reached a fever pitch. Most agents thought the odds of attacks in two places on the same night highly unlikely.
Rey wasn’t so sure. An IED placed in a trash can didn’t seem like the Sons of Adam’s usual style.
The Secret Service channel became full of static and they switched to a frequency they hadn’t briefed him on. He tried to contact their leader with a backup phone number. No answer.
His phone vibrated.
After authenticating, he joined with his alias. “Stingray.”
“The tango is on top of Castel Sant’Angelo,” Sam said. “The side near the river. Go stop him.”
“Good work. We’ll get him.”
Rey
