Chapter - 319
The Gulfstream G650 touched down on the private tarmac of Milano Linate Prime airport with a screech of tires that felt like a sigh of relief. They were in Italy. The land of wine, fashion, and, if Rick's intel was correct, the staging ground for the Alpine Delights catering logistics.
Rick stood at the top of the airstairs, inhaling the cool, smoggy air of Milan. He adjusted the cuffs of his midnight-blue suit. He felt… electric. The Berserker's Brew hangover had faded, replaced by the humming clarity of a man with a plan and a pocket dimension full of C4.
"Okay, team," Rick said as Sharon and Nadia joined him. Sharon was wearing a leather jacket over a tactical vest, trying to look like a tourist who just happened to be ready for World War III. Nadia was in a sharp blazer, clutching the black laptop case that contained their digital arsenal.
