world. “We didn’t leave all that military equipment behind in Iraq for no reason,” Kenway said. “You see the only difference in real life is sometimes you need to make more chess pieces to keep the game going. And now we created a new boogeyman that the world fears… and the Table thrives on that.” Tanya blinked the moment she heard the man mention her reason for coming here. She thought she might as well push her agenda. “When can I meet the Table ?” she asked. She had just completed two preposterous missions on their behalf but the way she saw it was not just retirement but a seat at The Table. The missions had cost her dearly but it would be worth it. She was here to collect what she was entitled to. “You need to do something before you’ve earned that right.” She didn’t like the sound of that. It sounded like trouble and treason. “I just stole the bomb,” Tanya said. “What else do you want me to do?” He slid a dossier to her over the desk. “Put it to use.” She took it like a curious child. “What is it?” “Your future,” he stated. “Your mission: Destabilize our opponent. The effect should make them back off from our plans in the Middle East. And according to our information about you we expect a windfall of profit from it if it’s done right. The money is a little icing on the cake. The specifics... are in there.” “That simple, huh?” He didn’t answer. Only the tick-tock of a grandfather clock broke the silence. Tanya’s throat was dry. “You don’t have to decide right now. I’ll give you,” Kenway stopped to look at his Patek Philippe, “half an hour.” Tanya looked down at the dossier. The cover gave no clue of what might hide inside. However, a circular coffee stain and dabs near the edges, showed that she wasn’t the first to see its confidential pages. Tanya was greatly concerned about what was in the dossier and did not like where this conversation was going. She was even more concerned that whatever it was she would do it. She had one final mission that she promised herself she would do and she needed to join The Table for it. “So despite where you are from you have worked for Uncle Sam before,” the gentleman said after a while. “Sir.” Tanya cleared her throat. “I have worked for both sides,” she said, irritated at the not-so-subtle allusion. The man gazed at her for a second. “Good,” he said with a content smile. “Then you know how it feels to be on both sides. It’s ironic, that this time the Victory Day of your country will be a victory for us if you accept.”
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Shanghai, China
A skyscraper luxury apartment hung over the night-time fog of the city. Zhou strode past reception without losing time. He got into an elevator and took the long ride up through the glass corridor. Art sculptures from different dynastic periods lined the hallways on each level. Zhou had gotten his employee and long-time friend Chen a nice apartment here. That was just another of the long list of favours he had done for him. They were close and that was what confused Zhou. All signs pointed to Chen as the culprit but he just could not believe it. There were some bonds so strong that they would never be broken. Bonds like they had. Zhou cleared his throat as he approached his destination. His armed security detail was waiting for him when he stepped out of the elevator. Amongst them, Mei Ling stood in tight, practical trousers rather than her usual skirt and blouse. They all bowed their heads and greeted him, “ Lao ban. ” He nodded back and stepped into their midst. He didn’t have time for formalities. Mei Ling stood next to him. “ Lao ban , he isn’t responding to us,” she said. Zhou pressed his lips together and stepped to the apartment door. He rang the bell and waited, while security spread out in the hallway behind. Zhou looked at her. “The police were informed and are on their way,” Mei Ling