The Labyrinth Extended Prologue
Labyrinth Extended Prologue When he opened up his eyes, he knew whose face he would wear to get the job done. It was four o'clock in the morning and the day had not even started yet. He always woke up this early, no matter how terrible the jet lags or how severe his wounds after gunfights - or how tired his body after interrogation sessions. It's automatic: one of those things that his body was trained for; a simple practice that had saved his life countless times. He reached...