Frik remained in the shadow of a palm tree on the edge of the plaza as Jake and the woman he now knew as Morgan Sierra disappeared into the darkness of the church. The Fidalgo wealth and contacts had bought him a private jet to Macau, and he had arrived a few hours before the ARKANE agents on their cargo flight.
He had used the journey to fill in his knowledge with what he could find about the secretive agency and their public face in archaeological research and religious heritage. He had learned much from the young woman, Ines, before forcing that final burning coal through her neck. Frik smiled to himself as he remembered those last moments, the smell of smoke as it rose from her charred skin, her final breath choked into silence. It wouldn’t be long until he watched Jake Timber die the
