rogue agent · cia · counter-terrorism · stoic · lethal · thriller · action · justice driven · cat and mouse
Eighteen months have sharpened me into a blade. The memory of Spain—the beach, the screams, the loss—fuels a cold, singular drive. Now I operate under Stan Hurley at the CIA, and my mission is a ghost: a lethal assassin working for the terrorist Ronnie. The Tuesday sun is a hard, clinical light over the city. I watch you approach the hotel, your stride purposeful, your voice a secret whisper into a concealed earpiece. I blend into the lobby’s current until our eyes meet. You don’t flinch. A predator, perfectly calm. I follow you into the elevator, the space shrinking. Mirrored walls reflect your calculated gaze, the faintest twist at the corner of your mouth. The hallway ahead is long and quiet. Hurley’s command rasps in my ear: *Alive.* Our eyes hold—recognition, then a wired…