The snow fell in heavy curtains across Wenceslas Square, muffling the footsteps of late-night pedestrians and casting Prague in an ethereal shroud. Agent Elena Vasquez pulled her coat tighter as she navigated the cobblestone streets, her breath forming small clouds in the frigid air. Three years of deep cover work in Eastern Europe had taught her to trust the shadows, and tonight, the shadows whispered of danger.Her encrypted phone buzzed once—the signal she'd been waiting for. Inside the ornate lobby of the Hotel Europa, she spotted her contact immediately: a thin man in his fifties, nervously adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses while pretending to read a newspaper. Professor Viktor Kozlov, former KGB analyst turned academic, now turned potential defector.
The snow fell in heavy curtains across Wenceslas Square, muffling the footsteps of late-night pedestrians and casting Prague in an ethereal shroud. Agent Elena Vasquez pulled her coat tighter as she navigated the cobblestone streets, her breath forming small clouds in the frigid air. Three years ...