VIKTOR'S POV
The rain has slowed to a mist by the time we reach Tribeca.
Six men positioned across three vehicles, are moving through downtown Manhattan like anyone else on a Tuesday night. No weapons are visible. Nothing that reads wrong to a casual eye. We've done this kind of work in cities far less forgiving than New York.
Alexei's voice is quiet in my earpiece. "Sokolov's vehicles left the building four minutes ago. TThere are two SUVs, heading north on Hudson. This his regular Tuesday pattern."
"How many men are with him?"
"There are four visible men in the vehicles. Which means..."
"Which means some stayed behind." I watch the Tribeca building come into view through the rain-slicked windshield. Twelve stories, the upper floors is lit behind dark glass. "How many inside?"
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