Tatiana stood near the side of the quiet street, her arms folded loosely as she kept glancing toward the corner where Liam had disappeared earlier. Ten minutes had already passed and the wait was starting to feel longer than it actually was. The city around her was alive with movement. Cars rolled past, people walked along the sidewalks talking and laughing, completely unaware of the kind of operation that was about to unfold around them.
Petrov had already come out of the building a few minutes ago with his long rifle case slung over his shoulder. He barely said anything, just gave her a short nod before heading off toward his position. That man moved like a ghost when he was working. Silent, focused, and already thinking about his next shot before he even arrived at the location.
Now it was just her.
Tatiana shifted her weight from one foot to the other and checked the street again.
Where the hell is he.
