The morning fog rolled off the Baltic Sea like a gray shroud, wrapping itself around the cobblestone streets of Copenhagen's old quarter. Special Agent Sarah Chen pulled her wool coat tighter as she navigated the narrow alleyways, her breath forming small clouds in the frigid November air. The secure phone in her pocket buzzed twice—the signal she'd been waiting for.She ducked into a small café on Nyhavn, its windows steamed with condensation from the warmth inside. The smell of fresh pastries and strong coffee provided a stark contrast to the cold efficiency of her mission. Sarah ordered a black coffee and found a corner table with a clear view of the street. Her contact would arrive precisely at nine-fifteen, as agreed upon in the encrypted message she'd received three days earlier in Prague.
The morning fog rolled off the Baltic Sea like a gray shroud, wrapping itself around the cobblestone streets of Copenhagen's old quarter. Special Agent Sarah Chen pulled her wool coat tighter as she navigated the narrow alleyways, her breath forming small clouds in the frigid November air. The se...