Rome, Italy
Day Seven
As Stefano straightened his uniform, he thought, not for the first time, that it should have been him running the operation instead of the comandante’s son. The boy had always been too soft. Nor had Antonio helped at all when it came to figuring out a way to masquerade as a member of the Rome police department. Stefano had to call in his own favor from a childhood friend.
comandanteNow, the outfit helped him blend in as he walked through the shadows of Vatican City.
Earlier, he’d established two escape routes, one on either side of the castle. This American team he’d been hunting was good, and he lamented the loss of his men in Buto. Nevertheless, the foreign operatives would fail today in protecting their newly elected leader, one way or the other. Thanks to his
