A black sedan pulled onto the curb, its headlights cutting through the mist like twin blades. The door creaked open, and a man stepped out, his silhouette sharp against the city lights. He didn't speak; he simply held up a small, leather-bound briefcase—the "French Connection" they had spent months tracing across three borders.
Alexis didn't move. "You have the codes?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper over the hum of the city.
The rain in Paris didn't fall; it hung in the air like a cold, damp curtain. Alexis leaned against the rusted railing of the Pont d'Austerlitz, the collar of her trench coat turned up against the wind. Below, the Seine was a churning ribbon of mercury. She checked her watch. 11:42 PM. Tivoli was late.
"I have everything," he replied, his accent thick and unmistakable. "But the price has changed."
She felt the weight of the Beretta in her pocket. The game wasn't over; it was just getting started.
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