2nd of June, 2012. Scotland.
'Something is coming.' Said Vidic.
Traffic passed outside of the base with the muted roar of wheels on a wet road. Rain poured down the windows, casting warped reflections on the carpet, and the clock ticked. The Texan agent shifted in his seat, looking attentive and concerned, and Darren remained leant forward, hands folded in front of him on the table, and watched the rain fall.
Something was coming, all right. Maria had let in a pigeon the night before, after it had flown to peck at her window with a canister on its leg. In that canister had been a message.
From someone very unexpected.
'The Assassins are on the move.' Added Vidic, eyes shifting to all corners or the room, and Darren had to suppress his smile.