Mitch Rapp, de 21 años, uno de los mejores agentes de CRUEL, junto con su compañera, Teresa Agnes, de 23 años. Siempre ha sido el mejor en su trabajo, tenía a la mejor prometida que podía haber soñado.
Hasta que todo cambió. Y su vida dio un giro.
E...
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There it was.
Mitch Rapp, a member of the Orion group, in charge of the CIA. Her partner, Teresa Agnes, was on her other side, her frown frown while reading the "confidential" files Mitch didn't even know where they were.
— Irene, who's this kid supposed to be? —Mitch turned his head to his partner when he spoke after a long and uncomfortable silence.
The driver and Irene were in front of Mitch and Teresa behind.
— Evan Cameron Parker, son of Will Parker.
Irene took off her sunglasses —Mitch was still trying to understand why she had wearing them all that damn time, the sky was cloudy—, turned to Teresa and the brown that seemed not to want to engage in conversation with anyone.
— Yeah, I've read that. —Teresa said, giving her the tablet Irene gave her a few minutes ago.
— There's not much more. 22 years old, she has a 20 year old sister, Katherine Parker. He's been working for the Right Arm over a year ago. —Irene began to explain, with clear disinterest in her gestures.
— He cheated on them and stole all the information from his agency to give them to WICKED, that is, his father. In return, God knows what shit. —He remembered having read Teresa, now pulling his cell phone.
Irene smiled a smile, looking at the chestnut that had remained silent since they left the CIA Facilities in Virginia.
— So, what about him? —Teresa wrinkled her eyebrows again, more interested in the blond boy in the photo who let her screen look at her cell phone.
Mitch reached a watch, disguised, as his co-worker looked for all his pages. Thousands and thousands of photos of that damn British lit up the phone screen.
— William Parker is having a party tonight at The Idea hotel. Your children, Evan and Katherine will be there, too, or at least we count on it.
— What's the plan, exactly? —The girl next to Mitch asked, taking off her cell phone eyes.
— Mr. Parker's a little out of our reach, so...
God, no.
— You want us to kidnap his kids? —Teresa asked slowly, meditating words.
— Exactly, Agnes. And, Mitch, the boy didn't turn to look at her, you'll take care of Parker Junior.
Teresa let a laugh sound escape.
It was when Mitch finally spoke, knowing what he laughed:
— Shut up, Agnes.
— Oh, come on, Mitchell, this is very entertaining —the girl branched her arm—. Aren't you excited about everything?
