He was the senior logistics controller for the Northern European transit corridor under the SVR.
And in August of 2004, when the agency decided to liquidate the Vienna cell, you were the officer who signed off on his terminal sanction.”
My lungs emptied slowly.
I didn’t blink.I didn’t reach for her hand.
The training from forty years in the dark corners of the Directorate does not vanish because the person sitting across from you has your own blood running through their veins.
“Nikolai was selling biological targeting schematics to private syndicates in Damascus,” I said, my tone as flat as an iron table.“He had thirty-four operatives compromised in three capitals.
Two of them were pulled from a river in Prague with their teeth removed.
He wasn’t a father when he died, Chloe.
He was a containment breach.”
“He was my father,” she hissed, the first flicker of heat breaking through her arctic composure.“And you didn’t just kill him.
