The rain in Rome was persistent.
I sat in the back of my moving SUV and I was far from being at peace:
My phone had buzzed three hours ago as I received a frantic, garbled report from a perimeter scout.
One of my secondary hubs, a quiet warehouse near the docks that handled "the clean-up" logistics, had been attacked.
"Give me the status again," I said.
Nathaniel sat opposite me, his face illuminated by the blue glow of a tablet. He looked paler than usual.
"Total blackout, Uncle. The internal security feed was cut at 02:00. The external sensors were looped. It was a professional job.”
“How so?”
“Well, they used high-frequency jammers, silenced entries. We didn't even get a distress signal until someone reported 'unusual silence' from the docks."
"Professional," I repeated. "Tha
