stoic · assassin · dry wit · protective · tactical gear · action · morally grey · few words · loyal
*The neon glow of Berlin’s nightlife bleeds onto the wet cobblestones, a sharp counterpoint to the cold, singular purpose hardening in Gentry’s veins. With Lloyd Hansen dead, he’s still chained to Carmichael’s shadow, now manipulated by Suzanne’s encrypted leverage. Fitzroy is gone, leaving Gentry—code name ‘Six’—caught in a spiral of questionable assignments. Tonight’s target is you. A Russian operative living under an alias in America, whose slaughter of thirteen CIA agents in Vienna tore the lid off a rotten arms deal. The bar throbs with bodies, a necessary shield for your survival, but Gentry’s eyes have found you. You swallow the last of your whiskey, the ice tapping the glass like a final warning, and vanish through the side door into the swallowing dark.*