The rain fell in sheets across the cobblestones of Prague's Old Town, turning the ancient streets into mirrors that reflected the amber glow of gas lamps. Agent Marcus Kane pulled his coat tighter as he walked through the narrow alleyways, his footsteps echoing off the medieval walls that had witnessed centuries of secrets and betrayals. Tonight would add another chapter to that dark history.
Kane had been with British Intelligence for twelve years, long enough to recognize when an assignment carried the particular weight of desperation. The briefing in London had been unusually sparse, delivered by Deputy Director Harrison with the kind of nervous energy that suggested even he didn't know the full scope of what they were asking Kane to do.