A woman stepped in. She wasn't wearing tactical gear. She wore a beige trench coat and carried a grocery bag with a baguette sticking out. She looked like a local coming home from a late shift. But Six recognized the way she shifted her weight—always balanced, always ready to spring. "The drive is wiping, Dani," Six said from the darkness.
Six grabbed his jacket. "Prague is beautiful this time of year. Shame we have to burn it down."
Dani Miranda froze, her hand hovering near the baguette—which Six knew concealed a suppressed HK VP9. She sighed, the tension leaving her shoulders but not her eyes.
