It was ten thirty Saturday morning, and the remains of his croissant and eggs were on the table in front of him, along with a lukewarm cup of coffee and his personal laptop. Viktoria had already left the boat for a trip to the resort’s spa. He whispered instructions in terse Russian to the person on the other end of the phone. Today would be painful but necessary. With the plan in place, he put the cigar in the ashtray, walked inside the suite to the large closet, and dressed for the day. He began with a matte black vest over a white t-shirt. The vest looked like any standard body armor at first glance. However, that notion would be dispelled were one to pick it up. The vest was made of Kevlar that had first been soaked in a scientifically altered, shear-thickening fluid, which produced a lighter and stronger vest. When an object, such as a bullet, hits, the fluid hardens in milliseconds and dissipates the energy throughout the vest. Four STF-enhanced layers of Kevlar would now do the job of twenty regular layers, and it was scientifically engineered to stop a high-powered rifle bullet.
