Mikhail
The abandoned warehouse on the east side of Moscow smelled like rust and decay. And it was perfect for a trap. I crouched behind a stack of old shipping containers with my rifle ready, watching the entrance through my scope. Liliana was with Dmitri. Viktor and his men covered the other exits.
We have been waiting for six hours. My legs were cramping, my back ached, and my eyes burned from staring through the scope. But I didn't move. I couldn't move. This was our only chance.
But will Lucian Winters, a man too calculating fall into the trap? I left that to luck.
"Movement at the north entrance," Dmitri's voice crackled through my earpiece. "Three vehicles. Black SUVs."
My heart started pounding. "How many men?"
"I count twelve. All armed in professional formation." He replied
