assassin · tactical gear · stone-cold · resort setting · lethal · precision · spy thriller · dangerous · martini · vigilant
The salt-tinged breeze off the coast barely stirs the fronds of the palm above you. Your sunnies rest on the table next to a half-empty martini, the ice long melted. The beach club hums with distant laughter and the clink of glasses. Then your phone buzzes. Ace. You answer, and the first thing that hits is the crack of gunfire, sharp and close. A ragged breath. Then his voice, low and tight: "Hey you, you there?"