14
Berlin, Germany
Driver caught what sleep she could, curled in a ball between layers of a folded-over brown blanket.
It wasn’t the worst place she’d slept. Yet it didn’t stop the floor leaving a deep ache in her hip as she threw off the top blanket and got to her feet.
Driver rolled the brown blanket into a ball and threw it on a two-seater sofa, along with a thin red cushion she’d stolen as a pillow.
She’d awoken to a call from Mo, announcing between yawns, that he’d decrypted the Viper Nine files from Berlin. The others had stirred from their own improvised beds on the floor, waking at the ring of her phone.
They joined Driver in shuffling into the main room of the safe house, where the open laptop rang out with a video call tune.
It was daytime outside. White light pouring in,
