I scan the incoming reports with numb fingers. Each one is worse than the last. Our Dubai shipping operation---decimated. The Chicago data center---breached. Three warehouses in Moscow's industrial district---burning.
Sixteen dead. Twenty-eight wounded. Millions in assets, gone.
The timestamps tell the story. Every attack executed within the same five-minute window. This wasn't just Katerina being clever with a hotel trap. This was a masterpiece of timing and coordination, planned down to the second.
And I f*****g missed it.
I've been too distracted building my fairy tale here in Scotland. Playing lord of the manor while Katerina and Ilya meticulously tied a noose around my throat. They used my own tactics against me---patience, precision, the long game.
All those surveillance photos
