“Target: Julian Croft. Intelligence broker. He’s spent thirty years selling our side’s secrets to anyone with hard currency. Tomorrow at 0800 Zulu, he boards a private jet from Caracas to a non-extradition country. Once he’s wheels up, he disappears forever.”
The youngest operative, callsign , leaned forward. “So we take him before he boards.” Operation- Endgame
Nods. Silence.