Still, they prepped. Marcus went in as bait—no weapon, just a jacket pocket with the physical Vixi file: 847 pages of every operation Rafi had ever touched. The real trap was the team of six snipers on the rooftops and a neural dampener hidden in the opera house’s old chandelier. If Rafi spoke, they’d be muted. If they ran, they’d be dropped.
Marcus held up the file. “Come with us. You don’t have to do this alone.” vixi rafi hq
“Or,” countered Agent Marcus Cole, “they’re tired. Running alone for a decade. Maybe they want out.” Still, they prepped
Helene laughed without humor. “Vixi Rafi doesn’t get tired. Vixi Rafi is tired. That’s what makes them dangerous.” they’d be muted. If they ran