The rain hammered against the bulletproof glass of the safe house in Prague, each droplet exploding like miniature grenades in the amber streetlight below. Agent Sarah Chen pressed her fingertips against the cold window, watching the empty street through the reflection of her own tired eyes. Three weeks of surveillance had led to this moment, and now everything hung in the balance.
Her encrypted phone buzzed once. The message was brief: "Package confirmed. Extraction in 72 hours. Handler sends regards."