(The full chapter was a little over twelve thousand words, so I had to cut it short. I'm thinking of adding more stuff, because since this one didn't have much action, the other one will be almost the opposite, so it will probably be even longer. Thanks and enjoy)


Terragrigia... the agent's eyes ran through the file on the tablet in his hands.

The history of the city, the city itself, was somewhat surprising. Being considered the most advanced city in the world, as well as the most ecological with the surprising feat of being powered entirely by solar energy.

A city of those proportions certainly attracted a lot of attention, and although the FBC, along with the BSAA, had facilities in the city, it was clear that there was a risk.

Especially with so many people moving or visiting the city.

The agent put the tablet aside and looked out the helicopter window. He could only go as far as a certain point, about 10 kilometers from the nearest town to Terragrigia.

Ghost ran his hand down his neck, somewhat... uncomfortable. Not because of the magnitude of the mission, but because he was without his mask.

He carried it in a bag, but a large part of that mission he would have to do with his face showing, and this was something he hardly did in those days, even in training.

In a way, he was... looking forward to that mission. Not only because so much was at stake, but also because he would be in society again.

He felt a bit strange wearing those casual clothes. Despite the rather warm weather, he was wearing an ordinary gray blouse and jeans. Grey sneakers, also ordinary. He also wore a silver watch on his wrist.

The helicopter began to descend, and the agent was pulled from his mind, from his thoughts. He looked out the window again. They would drop him off on a hill. In the distance, he could see the main road.

According to William's men... no, according to his men, Dominik was already arriving in Terragrigia, if not already in the city.

Cracking his neck bones, the agent straightened his clothes and stood up. He was alone. The government controlled any and all calls and radio signals within the city. They didn't want to attract attention. It was not as if William could simply buy off the authorities, that would put the entire organization at risk of being discovered.

The agent looked at the helicopter pilot and nodded slightly before leaving. The wind from the blades ruffled his hair and he blinked a few times as he felt the dust hit his face.

The helicopter took off again, and the agent made his way down the hill to the main road.

On his back was a small backpack. He knew that the entrance to the city would be protected, and inside the backpack was only some random clothes, a camera, and food.

The only weapon he had was his knife, hidden inside a medium-sized bag of crisps. There was no way to enter the city with a pistol. He couldn't make much noise.

He couldn't take any risks, couldn't draw any attention and could only rely on his skills for the conclusion of the mission.

Once he reached the main road, he started walking towards the town, Syracuse. He looked around and, realizing that there were no vehicles approaching, he picked up his fake ID, making sure that he hadn't missed anything.

His name now was Theodore Aetós, he had come from Greece to visit Terragrigia due to the fact that, like Syracuse, the city had a great cultural diversity, including Greek and Roman culture. He was 25 years old, unmarried. His parents were Penelope Aetós and Atticus Aetós.

Yes, everything seemed to be going well.

After some walking, he finally reached the entrance to the city and his eyes focused on a bus stop ahead.

The entrance to the city was very busy. There was a bar to his left, and along the sidewalk ran a row of clothing stores, restaurants and ice cream stores.

He walked calmly in front of a car store, listening to the conversations around him, and couldn't help but stare at everything, at least for a few moments.

It had been a long time since he had been surrounded by so much... urbanization. The noise of the city, the different voices, was something he didn't know he had missed. It was good to hear that again, despite the circumstances.

And he couldn't help but notice that for some reason he was drawing attention to himself. He could tell people were looking at him, following his steps, and his couldn't control his training from kicking in.

His guard was instantly up, his muscles tensed, and he was prepared to act at any moment. Having people watching him like that was disconcerting.

However, he had an idea why. Most of the people looking at him were women. He was aware of his appearance, knew he was handsome, not to mention that it was rather obvious that he wasn't from there, even though he had Italian blood in his veins, and at that moment, he missed his mask more than he ever had before.

He sighed slightly and shook his head, as strange as it was to see so many normal people together again, he had to keep total focus on the mission.

The agent reached the bus stop, and glanced at the people beside him.

Five people in total, two women, a girl in her teens, and two men, one of them clearly older than the other.

The two women seemed to be friends and were talking lively to each other, one of them had a bag of groceries in her hands. Peanut butter, butter, some bread, sardines, and, as far as he could tell, apples.

One of them stared at him for a while. He noticed when she touched her friend's arm and pointed toward him. Again, this was disconcerting.

The teenage girl seemed to be on her way to study. Her backpack was slightly open, revealing a notebook and a book or two. She was well-groomed, and it was clear that she had just taken a shower. The gum that was showing in her pocket was freshly opened.

Unlike the two women, she only looked at him once.

The two men... one of them looked to be in his 50s, 60s at the most. He wore social clothes and seemed a bit anxious, perhaps. He carried nothing but his wallet, which was marked on his jeans.

He looked at him too, but simply didn't seem to mind his presence very much.

The other man had nothing special. Like the other, he carried only his wallet and what appeared to be a packet of cigarettes, and wore a tank top and dark shorts. From the state of his teeth, the agent would say that he smoked a lot all day.

Theodore looked both ways and glanced at the clock. 9:16 in the morning.

He raised his head and looked at the man next to him.

"Signore, mi scusi se la disturbo. Può dirmi a che ora passa l'autobus?" He asked in Italian, and the old man stared at him for a few moments, appearing to be a bit nervous, perhaps.

"Συγγνώμη, δεν σας κατάλαβα." The man said, Theodore smiled slightly, nodding his head.

The man spoke Greek and had not understood what he had asked.

"Κανένα πρόββλημα. Θέλω απλώς να μάθω τι ώρα φεύγει το λεωφορείο." Theodore repeated, asking what time the bus passed, and the man shook his head, slightly surprised to find someone who spoke his language.

Glancing around, Theodore could make out the girl looking at him, also a little surprised.

"Χα, τι έκπληξη. Λοιπόν, απ' ό,τι κατάλλαβα, έχει αργήσει, υποτίθεται ότι θα περνούσε στις 09:10. Πού σκοπεύεις να πας;" The man explained, and Theodore checked his watch again. 09:18. The bus was eight minutes late.

"Terragrigia." Theodore replied, and the man's eyes widened slightly, a small smile was born on his lips.

"Κι εγώ το ίδιο. Αν θέλεις, μπορούμε να πάμε μαζί. Πρέπει να πάρουμε δύο λεωφορεία για να φτάσουμε εκεί." The man said, and Theodore nodded slightly, pleased to know that the man was headed there as well.

"Σας ευχαριστώ. Είμαι ο Θίοντορ. Εσύ είσαι;" (I appreciate it. I'm Theodore. You?) The agent asked, extending his hand toward the man, who soon shook it firmly.

"Stefano." He said, and Theodore looked around once more, not only checking his surroundings, but also looking for any buses nearby.

This bus appeared a few meters ahead and was approaching quickly.

"Αυτή είναι η βόλτα μας. Πρώτη φορά εδώ;" (This is our ride. First time here?) Stefano asked, and the agent nodded, noticing the arrival of two more people, putting him on alert.

The bus pulled up and the door opened. The man next to Stefano was the first to enter.

Stefano looked in his direction for a moment, and then he turned to the girl next to him, signaling that she could go first, along with the two other women.

As they entered, he turned to Theodore, who only signaled that he could go first. Stefano shrugged and went inside.

The agent looked once more at his surroundings before entering, and at a glance, he could see the two other people behind him.

Before entering, he looked once more at his watch. 09:23

A small line formed in front, and the agent noted the amount of money required to get through the turnstile gate.

Not only that, he soon found himself analyzing the interior of the vehicle. There were few people there. A woman with a child sitting next to her and an ordinary purse on her legs in front of her.

A few chairs in the back, two men sitting next to each other, and a group of teenagers sitting in the next row. They didn't seem to be carrying anything with them, apart from the teenagers carrying backpacks.

Next to them, that girl.

The two women from before were sitting in the back.

The bus had some openings in the roof, and emergency exits in some windows. If needed, he might even be able to escape from the vehicle by opening a hatch in the floor.

"Συνήθως οι ντόπιοι εκμεταλλεύονται τουρίστες. Χαίρομαι που με βρήκατε, γιατί θα μπορούσατε να είχατε χάσει τα χρήματά σας, χαχα." (Usually, locals take advantage of tourists. Good thing you found me, because you might have lost your money, haha.) Stefano said, taking a seat a few chairs ahead.

The agent paid and followed him, sitting down next to the man and pretending not to notice the looks he was getting.

Stefano looked out the window, and as soon as he sat down, the man turned his gaze to Theodore.

There was something else that caught people's attention. He covered most of his scars with some kind of make-up, giving special attention to the most visible ones, such as the ones on his forearm and on his neck.

But he had some that were still revealed, even though they were covered by his clothes.

"Από την ουλή, αυτό ήταν ένα βαθύ κόψιμο στο χέρι σου." (From the scar, it was a deep cut that one on your arm.) Stefano said, and Theodore pulled the sleeve of his shirt down a little further.

"Είχα ένα ατύχημα όταν δούλευα με ένα αυτοκίνητο." (I was in an accident when I worked with cars.) Theodore replied smoothing his backpack on his legs.

"Είστε μηχανικός?" ( You a mechanic?) Stefano asked.

"Όχι, αλλά ο πατέρας μου ήταν μηχανικός. Είχε ένα εργαστήριο μέχρι πριν από λίγα χρόνια." (No, but my father used to be a mechanic. He had a garage up until a few years ago.) Theodore replied, watching the passing streets through the window.

The bus took off, and as the vehicle moved, Theodore couldn't help but feel a bit out of place.

Any noise or tremor, no matter how small, put his body on alert.

He could hear the hands of his watch moving. He couldn't help but pay attention to the whispers the kids behind him were saying to each other... and he couldn't help but wonder why someone who visited that place so much, didn't know a minimum of the most spoken language around there?

Theodore looked at Stefano, a normal, apparently upper social class gentleman. There was nothing wrong with him, and the agent's instincts did not alert him of anything.

But still, he simply could not get his mind off it.

It could just be the nervousness of his first solo mission, of course, but he had learned to trust any signal his body gave, no matter how harmless.

"Κι εσύ; Με τι δουλεύεις;" (What about you? What do you work with?) Theodore asked, not being able to stop trying to question the man.

"Έχω τη δική μου επιχείρηση. Είναι αυτό που λένε, άσε τα χρήματα να δουλέψουν για σένα." (I have my own business. It's what they say, let the money work for you.) Stefano replied, and Theodore just gave a small nod.

"Χμ, λαμβάνοντας υπόψη ότι φαίνεται να μην έχετε καμία εξοικείωση με μια από τις πιο διαδεδομένες γλώσσες εδώ, πρέπει να ρωτήσω τι κάνετε εδώ μόνη σας;" (Hm, considering that you seem to have no familiarity in one of the most widely spoken languages here, I have to ask what are you doing here alone?) Theodore asked, immediately regretting it after that.

He couldn't stop himself from saying it in a interrogating intonation. However, it seemed that Stefano didn't seem to mind.

Surprisingly, the man just laughed lightly, as if some embarrassing secret had just been revealed.

"Ήθελα να έρθω μόνη μου, χωρίς να έχω μεταφραστή στο πλευρό μου. Και προς υπεράσπισή μου, γνωρίζω κάποιες γλώσσσες, αλλά ακόμα μαθαίνω άλλλες." (I wanted to come by myself, without having a translator on my side. And in my defense, I know some languages, yet I'm still learning others) Stefano replied, and Theodore just arched a slight eyebrow.

"Αλήθεια; Ποιες γλώσσες γνωρίζετε; Αν μου επιτρέπετε να ρωτήσω." (Really? What languages do you know? If I may ask...) Theodore asked.

"Λίγα βραζιλιάνικα πορτογαλικά, ισπανικά, αγγλικά και μανδαρινικά." (A little Brazilian Portuguese, Spanish, English and Mandarin.) Stefano replied, and Theodore gave a small smile.

"Do you mind if we talk in English from now on?" He asked. Stefano stared at him slightly surprised for a few moments, probably not expecting someone so young looking to know so much.

"No problem at all. You have a favorite language, apparently, haha." Stefano said, and Theodore just shook his head, looking out the window for a few moments.

"My mother was born in the United States. She taught me her language. It's been a while since I've spoken to anyone, so..."

"Oh, no problem." Stefano interrupted him, letting out a slight nasal laugh. "It sounds like you have a bit of knowledge with foreign languages."

"I've always had a lot of interest. It's amazing how much you can learn about a culture other than your own, about different peoples, just by understanding their language." Theodore replied, and Stefano looked at him with a strange look for a few moments.

It was a businessman's look, seeing opportunities that other people didn't see.

"I must say, I'm a little surprised. So young and already with such vision. Hm, you'll go far kid. Your parents should be proud." Stefano said, and without saying anything else, Theodore just nodded in response, a small smile on his face, which soon disappeared with a certain bitterness.

After a while, the bus stopped again, and a few more people got on. As Stefano gave no indication that he was going to get up, Theodore just kept quiet, although he glanced at the people boarding.

First a woman, already quite old. She wore a simple pink shirt and a long skirt with a small bag on the side. She sat down in one of the preferred seats further ahead.

After her was a man, perhaps in his late 20s. Nothing interesting about him, from his clothes, he worked in a pharmacy.

Finally, another woman, a little past thirty perhaps, hard to tell with her makeup. She dressed well, but not to the point of indicating she was going to a party or anything. She carried nothing with her except a small purse.

It was like this the whole way. Every time the bus stopped, whether to let a passenger on or simply because of a stop sign, he analyzed the people around him.

He didn't want to admit it, but the more time he spent inside that bus, the more people came in, and the more suffocated he became.

His body understood that every single one of those people was a potential enemy, and he was surprised to find himself thinking of five different ways to kill every single one of those people if he had to, whether they were armed or not.

He shook his head, that was...

The bus stopped again, and this time Stefano gave him a gentle nudge on the arm, indicating that this was their destination for now.

Theodore stood up and put his backpack on his back, walking towards the already opened exit door. Along the way he could feel some eyes following him, along with the sound of Stefano's footsteps and the now slightly louder whispering.

As soon as they got off the bus, Theodore's eyes ran to his surroundings. There was a restaurant at the end of the street. On the other side, a gym with a few people running on treadmills facing the glass that served as a window.

"Come on, we have to walk a bit to catch the next bus. That one will take a while." Stefano said, starting to walk in the opposite direction from where the restaurant was.

Theodore walked behind him, and after a few steps, walked beside the man.

"Do you have your ticket to enter Terragrigia?" Stefano asked.

"Yes. But that's not the bus that goes straight there..." Theodore said, and Stefano shook his head in agreement.

"No, but it is the bus that will take us to the boarding area for the buses that go to Terragrigia. They sell some passes. I was just asking because in case you didn't have one, you would pay a little extra." Stefano explained, and Theodore just shook his head in understanding.

They walked down the busy street, with Theodore looking around almost all the time, like an excited tourist visiting that city for the first time.

In a way, this was true, but he was doing this just to get to know the place. He wouldn't say that he had an exactly photographic memory, but it was enough to recognize that place in case something happened.

And it was easier to get out of town quickly, just in case...

They walked for some time. Until, ahead, Theodore saw a bus stop with a certain amount of people waiting.

The place was next to a large condominium, in front of an electronics store, covered by some trees that provided protection from the sun.

"Hm, it looks like there will be quite a few people. Although I've seen a lot more." Stefano commented beside him, and Theodore cracked the bones of his fingers.

As he approached, he saw that they had caught the attention of a few people, who looked at them for a moment and then looked away.

Most of them had their arms crossed, others, mostly the younger ones, had headphones on, focused on some music they were listening to or talking among themselves.

Men, women, young and old... 12 people in total, apart from the two of them, of course.

"I assume you have enough money that you don't have to wait for buses. Why didn't you come with your own car?" Theodore asked, standing a few steps away from the crowded bus stop and crossing his arms, not looking at Stefano.

"Like I said, I wanted to come without anyone on my tail. And I don't mind taking buses. It's important not to let yourself get used to wealth and enjoy normality once in a while." Stefano replied, also crossing his arms, a few steps beside the young man.

Theodore looked at Stefano for a few moments. He had his arms crossed, eyes fixed on a poster taped to a post across the street, a relaxed, carefree posture.

He decided to make conversation, to ask more about Stefano's life, a kind of questioning without the other party realizing they were being questioned.

In the end, he found out nothing major about the man, and the bus finally arrived.

Both were the last to get on soon after a uniformed man checked the tickets they were carrying, as well as their IDs.

Theodore permeated his gaze over the man for a few moments without being noticed. A member of US-STRATCOM (United States Strategic Command).

He already knew that Terragrigia was extremely protected, so it was no surprise.

He clicked his tongue in mild disgust after getting on the bus. The government said that the city was extremely protected, of course, only to hide the corruption under the covers.

He knew that Dominik paid an absurd amount of money. He knew that the authorities would accept... because Dominik had a legal company, a famous company, and was a figure of some importance to the government. He knew that he bribed the authorities for some hidden things... No chance for a man like that to walk freely through such a protected city, otherwise.

The bus had dark windows and was refrigerated inside. Considerably more comfortable than the one he had been in previously.

The vehicle also had some openings in the roof, although they were closed at the moment. There was a hatch in the floor and what appeared to be the silhouette of a door in the back... intriguing.

They sat in the back seats, and it wasn't long before the bus moved.

This time, Theodore and Stefano sat in different seats because there were already people inside before the bus got to that stop. Stefano was one seat ahead, and Theodore sat next to a young man with headphones on.

He looked out the window, just for a few moments, at the places the bus passed by. People going about their normal lives without even suspecting what was happening nearby.

The same man who had checked his tickets began to check people's belongings, and Theodore pretended not to watch him, while trying to ignore the loud music coming from the headset of the young man next to him.

The pack of crisps in his backpack was enough to hide his knife well. So he probably didn't have much to worry about.

The man walked over to him and asked him to open his bag. Theodore did so, watching the man remove his camera from inside, as well as rummage through some of his clothes and the snacks.

Until, after a while of rummaging through his belongings, the man returned his bag.

Theodore leaned his head back on the seat, ignoring the man doing the same to the young man next to him. All he needed to do now was to present his ticket again to catch the next bus, go through a general check once more, and wait for the vehicle to take him to the city.

The agent cracked the bones in his neck, listening to the low conversations that took place in there. It was so... strange.

He crossed his arms and focused on the movement of the watch on his wrist. A small way to pass the time.

The bus, after some time, finally arrived at what seemed to be a bus station.

As soon as the vehicle stopped, he heard the driver say loudly that the bus that would take them to Terragrigia was ready, and that they could now board.

Theodore stood up, looking for a few moments at Stefano before moving to the front of the vehicle.

As he stepped out, he was greeted with a light breeze on his face, and he ran his eyes across the sea ahead. In the distance, it was possible to see Terragrigia.

The city seemed to be even larger than he had thought.

A small line had formed to board the bus, and he could see ahead of them some people being searched once more, as well as having their passports checked.

Stefano said something, to which Theodore replied without much thought. His eyes were focused elsewhere.

To the left, in the distance, was what appeared to be a large warehouse with some cargo boats parked a few meters ahead. Few people wandered about and there was a familiar but strange symbol on the entrance gate.

He didn't know where he had seen that symbol before. It was probably a long time ago or he had seen it in a different shape so he couldn't remember. But it was clear, his instincts said, screamed even, that symbol was familiar.

He looked away when it was his turn. Though in distaste, he raised his arms and let the officers search him and check his things one more time.

At a glance, he could see one of the officers put his camera, clothes, and the pack of crisps on a table, checking the other pockets of his backpack, before putting everything back.

The bus was slightly bigger than the other one, but it was certainly as full as the previous one. Again, he and Stefano sat in different seats.

Theodore stared at the warehouse for a while longer, ignoring the look the woman next to him had on her face, trying to remember where he had seen that symbol... It was an "H" with a dog's head on one end and the other end was somewhat pointed... the color, the shape... reminded him vaguely of the symbol of the bioterrorist organization they were watching.

It could be just a coincidence or it could not, in any case, that place was engraved in his mind.

After a while, the bus moved again, and Theodore took comfort in his seat, crossing his arms and retracing his steps.

That bus would stop near the center. The tourists would get on a tour bus that would probably already be waiting for them there.

He, on the other hand, would make his way east, presumably passing in front of a large shopping mall. Then he would turn right onto a street with a fancy clothing store on the corner and, according to his sources, Dominik would arrive at a restaurant on that street around 12:50. A little routine that the terrorist had created every time he went to Terragrigia.

He would act on what he would see.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his watch. 11:49.

His team would be watching the city via satellite and a few scattered cameras. But it wasn't as if they could intervene. The city's security was strong, they couldn't simply control the radio and camera system to communicate with him.

At least, not for more than a few seconds. In other words, regardless of whether it went right or wrong, he was on his own.

Theodore cracked the bones in his neck, his eyes focused on the ceiling and an inexpressive face.

He didn't know if William was putting too much faith in him, or if he really believed in his abilities that much.

A small smile broke out on his lips as he gave a nasal laugh. As if that were ever going to happen.

The trip into town had taken longer than he had wanted. The moment he had gotten on that bus, his mission had changed direction, as had his manner.

Through the window he gazed for some time at the large buildings in the city. Because of the time of day, the city was busy, many cars were plying the streets, and he could occasionally see some tour buses and vans.

At one point he could even see the shopping mall that he had as a reference. From there he counted the seconds until the bus arrived at its destination and parked.

Four minutes and fifty-eight seconds. This with the vehicle at a constant low speed.

The math was rather simple (but I won't do it because I don't know, I am not the protagonist).

He looked down and focused his eyes on his watch. 12:24. Practically three hours since he had caught the first bus.

The vehicle stopped and people got up, he decided to stay a little further back.

As he got out, he squinted to the side and immediately began to make his way. His steps were quick and silent, it was almost like second nature. If anyone noticed him, it was already too late, he was already far away.

As he turned around for a few moments, he could notice Stefano looking around, probably wondering where he was.

Theodore... or Ghost, just ignored him and continued on his way. His face was serious, and his steps were firm, although he didn't seem to make any noise.

If anyone saw him, they would think he was just another one in the crowd. A handsome, elegant young man, going about his normal life.

The place was very beautiful, and he could see some more protected places with a large number of people. Places that explained more about the construction of the city, or that had something beautiful or important that attracted the tourists.

After a while, he reached the mall from before, and continued to follow the path he had memorized with quick steps.

There were many people in the streets, tourists, visitors and residents. There were also many shops and street vendors offering tours or some kind of food.

Politely refusing a tour offered to him by a couple, he focused his eyes on the clothing store that also served as a reference and turned right. Now it was just a matter of going straight.

After walking for some time, he could finally see the restaurant where his target would be. He looked again at his watch, which read 12:47.

Looking both ways, he took out his camera from his backpack and entered the restaurant. The place was stylish and very spacious. There were many people there, but it was still a long way from being full.

Couples, families, groups of friends, tourists. By the language, from Brazil.

Ghost walked over to a small empty table in the corner and sat down, placing his camera on the table and taking the menu with both hands. The table had a good view of the restaurant.

Just then, the door of the restaurant opened, and his target walked through it with two other men following him. They wore casual clothes, so one wouldn't think they were terrorists, just a group of friends enjoying their vacation, perhaps.

The agent raised the menu slightly in front of his face, but still inexpressively. He knew when someone was armed, and all three of them were.

Dominik and his men walked calmly through the restaurant and sat down at a table near the window. One of the men was bald, probably in his thirties, and had a mole on the left side of his chin. The other had short, military cut hair, and a small well-groomed beard.

The bald man inspected the place quickly, and the agent could feel his gaze on him for a few moments, but it soon dissipated.

Ghost then raised his arm to call for a waiter, who promptly attended to him.

"Prendo un risotto ai gamberi e del vino, per favore." (I'll have a shrimp risotto and wine, please.) He ordered, and the waiter took note, asking if he wanted anything else, to which the agent politely declined.

As soon as the waiter walked away with his order, he picked up his camera and pretended to look through the pictures he had taken, but with full focus on the three men just one table away from where he was sitting.

The place was somewhat noisy. Sound of plates clashing, cutlery bumping, people talking, the agent couldn't hear exactly what they were saying, but he could hear enough.

"Черт, мы ждем здесь уже несколько дней... позже у нас не будет другого шанса." (Fuck, we've been waiting here for days... we won't get another chance later.) The man with the military cut said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"У нас есть работа на вторую половину дня. Как вы думаете, как мы получим деньги? Если все пойдет хорошо, мы заработаем много денег. Более чем достаточно, чтобы финансировать все." (We have work to do this afternoon. How do you think we'll get the money? Look, if all goes well, we'll make a lot of money. More than we need to finance everything). Dominik said, and the agent gently squeezed the camera in his hands.

They were talking about money... he and his team had the knowledge that both Dominik and other important members of the bioterrorist organization had legal businesses spread around the world.

Relatively successful businesses. No wonder they had enough money to bribe the government and maintain laboratories around the world.

The agent leaned one arm on the table while with the other he passed the random pictures that were on the camera.

Dominik and the other two began to talk about the legal business. The partnerships they planned to make and on ideas of expanding the company they had. Hm, it reminded him of Umbrella.

They at no point touched on the subject of their secret laboratories or anything like that. It made sense, even though they were speaking in Russian, it was not at all clever for them to talk about this subject in public.

Two minutes later, a waiter approached Dominik's table and placed a bottle of wine as well as glasses in front of each of them.

"Мы с Алексеем встретимся с клиентом. Вы, Григорий, вернетесь на склад возле лодочной стоянки. Оставьте все на месте." (Aleksei and I will meet with the client. You, Grigory, will return to the warehouse near the boat parking lot. Leave everything in order). Dominik said to the bald man, whose name the agent now knew, and Grigory just nodded.

22 minutes and 35 seconds later, his glass of wine arrived, along with his food. He put the camera aside and picked up his cutlery.

Four minutes and thirty-two seconds later, the waiter approached Dominik's table with their food.

The agent raised his wine glass to his lips and took a small sip. He couldn't remember the last time he had had wine... or any other alcoholic drink.

As soon as he had put his glass back on the table, he returned his attention to his food, now half eaten.

As soon as he finished eating, he stood up, put the camera around his neck, and walked to the cashier to pay. He knew which warehouse Dominik had been referring to, he knew which boat parking lot Grigory should go to. However, it was better that he left first so as not to arouse too much suspicion, and deal with Grigory without anyone noticing.

When he paid, he left the restaurant without looking back once and turned left. There was a small square ahead, he could wait for Grigory there.

He looked at his watch. 13:21.

The agent leaned against a tree and crossed his arms. The place was busy, and because he was relatively far away, he doubted he would be spotted.

Seven minutes and forty-five seconds later, the three men left the restaurant.

The agent raised his camera and zoomed in on Dominik. They talked about something in front of the restaurant for a few moments, until Dominik and Aleksei crossed the street and got into a black car parked between two others.

Grigory just stood there watching the two of them, and as soon as they had driven off, he started walking down the street towards the boat parking lot.

Ghost then put down his camera and also started walking, a little slower than Grigory, but always keeping him in his line of sight.

It was amazing how normal a terrorist could look. There, in the middle of the crowd, he appeared to be nobody.

Crossing the street, Ghost walked along the same sidewalk as his target, who was at least twenty-five paces away.

The pier was in his line of sight, and Ghost watched Grigory walk down the street.

The agent crossed the street and leaned lightly on the traffic barrier. The road was a long way down, and below it was another road with much less traffic. Only cargo vehicles were allowed, as there were vans parked in the large area.

There was a restaurant just in front of where the boats were parked, and ahead, a few dozen meters away from the restaurant, were the warehouses and garages that Dominik and his men used.

He could see a few boats marked with a badge.

Looking to the side, he hurried his steps to catch up with Grigory, who was already near the end of the street.

The man complained loudly as he saw the parked vans, muttering something in which the agent could not hear.

"Какого хрена ты делаешь?! Все еще здесь?! Вы уже должны были поставить машины внутри!" (What the fuck are you guys doing?! Still out here?! You guys should have already put the vehicles inside!") Grigory grunted, rushing the workers who were outside the vans with the rear doors open. In front of the vans, a few boxes lay scattered on the ground.

Ghost clenched his eyes slightly. Considering that the warehouses were in a restricted location, he would have to find a way to get in without being noticed...

Hm, he just had to get into one of those vans.

"В одном из фургонов возникла проблема. Нам пришлось остановиться и убрать груз, чтобы не потерять его. Похоже, что..." (One of the vans had a problem. We had to stop and remove the goods so we wouldn't lose them. It seems that-)

"Да, да, это не имееет значения. Просто поторопитесь с этим!" (Yes, yes, whatever. Just hurry up with it!) Grigory interrupted the worker, continuing on his way as he said it, not looking at any of the workers there.

The workers, in turn, were looking at Grigory who was walking away. In other words, no one was looking at the back of the vans. And seconds was all Ghost needed.

"Я устал от этого парня." (Argh, I'm tired of this guy.) One of them said, placing the boxes inside the van with the help of another man.

"Вы не единственный. Пойдемте." (You're not the only one. Let's go.) Another one said, and they just concentrated on putting those boxes back into the vehicles.

And as soon as they were done, they closed the doors and got into the vans.

Ghost stood up from where he had been hiding, taking a few boxes off himself. He looked around and balanced himself as the vehicle began to move.

The interior was dark, but that was not a problem.

He placed his backpack on the ground and opened it, taking the bag of crisps from inside. As he opened the bag, he took out his knife and his mask, which were protected by a small plastic bag.

He could hear some gates being opened, voices echoing nearby. He was in.

Ghost purposely put his backpack near the sliding door and returned to his position. The moment those doors opened, he would act...