Congratulations on reaching the milestone of our 100th chapter!–Author's Note.
Tyler's POV
The cold hit me first, sharper than any knife Elvin ever wielded. It wasn't the kind of cold that just made you shiver; this was the kind that clawed its way into your bones, making your teeth ache.
Russia. Just the name felt like a curse word whispered in a freezing wind.
We'd landed God-knows-where, a few hours from the city, and the silence here was heavier than any hospital ward. All around us, nothing but endless white, snow stretching out like a bleached, forgotten world. I hunched deeper into my coat, the silver pistol a reassuring weight under the fabric. My own breath plumed out in ragged clouds.
"Our contact will be here shortly," Azazel's voice cut through the stillness, cool and precise, even in this biting chill. She was already scanning the horizon, a sniper rifle strapped to her back like it was an extension of her spine.
Damn! She's good at this!
