Hunting a professional assassin is remarkably easy when you own the labyrinth they are trapped inside.
The heavy steel emergency door of the stairwell swung open with a dull metallic click. Ethan Vance stepped onto the dark penthouse floor, his broad shoulders squared beneath his black suit jacket.
"System, initialize the enhanced tactical layout," Ethan commanded silently. "Deploy thermal imaging and spatial awareness filters directly to my visual cortex."
The absolute darkness of the corporate offices dissolved into a complex landscape of glowing blue lines. Through the solid walls of glass, Ethan saw a bright, human-shaped amber silhouette moving cautiously through the maze of cubicles near the main lobby. Further back, tucked deeply beneath a heavy mahogany desk, a smaller, tremblin
