Rome, Italy
Day Seven
Rey was stationed on the roof of the souvenir store just outside of St. Peter’s Square, where he had a view of the busy throng that had gathered in the light fog around the tall obelisk that dominated the center of the square. The crowd waited for the pope and president-elect’s speech. The Secret Service had claimed ownership of the columned buildings that hugged the square, and there were other men and women stationed throughout the area. Some Swiss Guards. But as far as he was concerned, it was a skeleton crew. Most assets were in Stockholm, guarding the current POTUS.
Rey could tell from the radio chatter that few thought the threat here was real. In the pre-mission brief at the safe house down the street, they’d either ignored Rey or took turns sneering at him,
