Annie had been right. The deep cover op was going to go down whether or not she felt entirely comfortable in her own skin for it and it was going to go down six days from today. She had six days to put all her affairs in order and the CIA had six days to pull all other assets from the Eastern European country that she was supposed to go and become comfortable in.

When Joan told her there was a meeting upstairs that she needed to attend, and that the entire morning had been a shitstorm for everyone involved so watch her step and keep her mouth shut, Annie gathered up her leather notebook, a pen and went to do as she was told.

In the smallest conference room on the 7th floor, Annie stood in the corner looking out over the view of the parking lot and waited.