Vatican City, Rome, Italy
"This is terrible coffee." Jake grimaced as he gulped the black liquid down.
Morgan gestured at the grand entrance to the Vatican Museums in front of them. "But look at the view." She checked her watch. "Martin should be here by now. I hope he's alright."
"I supervised his mandatory field training. He'll be fine." Jake took a bite of his flaky cornetto pastry.
They had driven back to Athens and flown out on the last night flight to Rome. Jake had stayed in touch with Marietti, but neither had mentioned Martin's escape. ARKANE was clearly compromised and the Director would find out something was up soon enough. In the meantime, they would try to get ahead of whoever was trying to sabotage the mission.
