She did not like Russia simply because she hated the cold. Bone much preferred the plains of Jericho with its heated sands and endless sunshine. The man she’d come to watch hadn’t shown yet so she hunkered into her heavy, down-filled coat, keeping her hat low and her eyes trained on the ice rink in the middle of the square. He would be bringing his daughter to the rink. He would most definitely not be expecting Bone. Her reconnaissance had given her all the information she needed within hours of landing in Moscow. The female head of the Bratva was here, meeting with the Russian President in the hopes of securing land on the outskirts of the city. President Putin kept his enemies very close indeed, because The Collective’s aims did not line up with Mother Russia’s. In fact, were he to look too deeply into the eyes of that monster he would see The Collective’s intent was to own Russia, not just some property on the edge of its capital. Putin’s arrogance would get him ousted were it not for First Team.
