From Russia Without Love

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SEAL Team Six veteran Chris Paladin shot up in his sleeping bag, torn from a nightmare he couldn’t remember. A cool sweat covered his body, and he was cold. Rain rapped on the windowpanes of the rented office in the financial district of London, like fingers ominously beckoning someone to open the windows. Sitting in front of the surveillance monitors, CIA officer Hannah Andrade had the early-morning watch. She turned her head from the live feed to the frozen image of a man who they’d nicknamed “Business Tourist” on the second monitor. The man dressed like a businessman yet hung around the area and peeked about like a tourist. They weren’t entirely sure what he was up to.

Chris shook off the dream and rose to his feet. He nodded a quick hello to Hannah before getting dressed and preparing breakfast — microwave meals courtesy of Tesco, the Walmart of Great Britain. The aroma of bacon, sausage, omelets, hash browns, and baked beans in tomato sauce filled the office, making Chris’s mouth water. And he clearly wasn’t the only one.

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