Everyone would know it wasn't a local gang fight now, the Americans and Russians were bound to take an interest. When Max found Roland lying in a body bag he knew that any chance of a covert resolution to the problem was over. You can't kill an active member of the DGSE without suffering severe consequences. For one thing the death would go on their computer and within twenty four hours, every security organisation on the planet would be interested in events in Varna.
"What do you make of this ?"
The young cop was pointing at a mess on the ground and it took Max several minutes to recognise the mess of blood and tissue as being Cynthia. Only years of experience and an iron nerve stopped him from crying out. Cynthia had meant something to him, she had often felt like a niece, or maybe even a daughter.
"Ever seen anything like this ? What could do that to a person ?" Asked the cop.
"No weapon I've ever seen." Answered Max.
"Exactly. I'll be glad when the detectives arrive; they're welcome to this mess."
They were all dead, every single member of Cynthia's team. Max decided then and there that he was going to get revenge.
