Covert One 6 - The Moscow Vector - Plot & Excerpts
A few tresh Hakes of snow spun through the air, brushing gently against the windows of the Brandt Group’s penthouse office suite. Krich Brandt himself stood at the window, looking down through the lightly falling snow at the busy city streets far below. He could feel the tension growing in his thick neck and powerful shoulders. He had always disliked these periods of enforced idleness —the time spent waiting for subordinates to report or for superiors to issue new orders. Part of him craved the physical and emotional release of action, reveling in sudden violence as though it were a drug. But years spent stalking enemies, first for the Stasi and then later for his own pleasure and profit, had taught him both the necessity and the means of controlling those cruder instincts. He swung around at the sound of a rap on his open door. “Yes!” he snapped. “What is it?” One of his subordinates, like him a former Stasi officer, came in carrying a file folder. The slim, hatchet-faced man looked worried.
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