“Hello.” A man said, as he sat down across a table from a woman in a cafe.

“What is going on, Nicholas?” The woman replied curtly, her mouth hidden by the cup in her hands.

“I was told to call you in. The Chief wants you back under his wing and not facing the world like some rebel vigilante. He wants you to come home, Corical.” Nathaniel said, his eyes scanning their surroundings behind his sunglasses.

“I’m not going back so I can play Spy again. Have you forgotten the job we had at the Holocaust Museum? I am not putting any more officers on the line for the Chief, Nathaniel. You can tell him that he is wasting his time with me.”

“Try this, then. He needs you back. The job in Bora Bora went bad and our source tells us the cargo is headed for Pakistan.”

His words sent chills running down Corical’s spine, “They went to Phase Two?”

Nathaniel simply nodded. Corical gritted her teeth and stood up picking her things.

“We need to get out of Lima. Jore’s men are still looking.” Nathaniel said, taking her hand.