The Raven settled into his room in Valparaíso’s Hotel Boutique Acontraluz to look over the dossier he’d been sent for this mission. Although his target was a little over an hour away by car in Santiago, the Raven preferred Valparaíso’s seaside charm as a nice balance while he went over his plans again. This time the man he hunted was the purported leader of a terrorist cell. He re-read each detail sent to him, then closed the file, wandered out onto his room’s balcony and sat, watching the fishing boats return and moor up in the harbor while he mulled over the finer points of tomorrow’s scheduled activity. He had decided the best method before he had even packed for this trip. Now he just needed to go over it all in his head to make sure he’d not forgotten anything. “Yes,” he murmured. “Th
