As the sun rose in Chechnya, Gregor perched at his computer like a vulture waiting for something to die. During the evening, he transferred one hundred million in Digibit to several unmarked wallets located in several regions across the world.

Gregor planned to be in the wind within the hour. “It’s done,” Gregor said to himself. He added his laptop to his go bag. As soon as it was zipped, he noticed Natasha.

“Hello, Love!” Natasha said.

“Are you here to burn me?”

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“That depends!”

“On what?”

“Show me the proof that your second attempt to kill Nigel is called off.”

“Why is this kid so important?”

“Alexei hoped you and Nigel would work together, as brothers.”

Gregor produced the chat logs that confirmed that the hit was redacted. Natasha looked them over.

“You involved Black Iris?”

“Yes, they run the Dark Web forums that make it possible for these things to happen. They have a great reputation.”

Natasha didn’t like this; it didn’t feel right.

“Sorry, my darling, but examples must be made.”

She pulled the trigger. A small dart pierced the skin on Gregor’s neck. He tried reaching for the dart, but everything went dark very fast.