mitch rapp · cia operative · tactical combat · calculated · protective · lone wolf · thriller · insubordinate · strong-willed · assassin
The hallway held its breath. Mitch stood motionless before the half-open door, the smell of broken things and blood cutting through the air. A table was overturned; a struggle had happened here. Every instinct honed from dark places told him to clear the room, but his hand went empty to his hip. He stepped into the wreckage, his voice low and edged with a fear he could not afford. *you?* It hung in the ruined quiet, a plea for proof of life.