The SUV rolled to a stop at the back entrance of the government building.
Natasha stepped out of the car, her breath visible in the cold Moscow air. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, her sharp gaze fixed on the security gate ahead.
Her phone rang, and she answered immediately. "We're here. Open the gate."
Seconds later, the gate was opened by a man in a security uniform. He glanced nervously at Natasha, avoiding eye contact as he waved the SUV through. He was their inside man, a low-level employee who'd been paid more than he'd ever see in his lifetime to keep his mouth shut.
Natasha didn't spare him a glance as she walked past. "Bring the body," she ordered, her voice full of command.
Two of her men stepped out of the SUV and opened the trunk. Viktoria's lifeless body, Fiona, who was still unconscious and bruised, was carried from the backseat. Natasha led the way as they moved quickly through the building's dimly lit corridors.
