Chapter One: The Rain-Bar

Sentiment prediction models. And one code name Ethan had believed buried forever: Nightglass. Six years ago, his team had died inside Operation Nightglass. Marcus whispered, "I don't know who you are, but they'll kill every witness." "I know." Ethan pressed the old music switch beneath the bar. The jazz rose sharply, saxophone swallowing the rain and the soft scrape of metal leaving cloth. The first shot never came. Ethan smashed a bottle of tequila into the gunman's wrist. Glass burst. The pistol flew. Ethan caught the man's collar with his left hand and drove his right elbow into his throat. The second man was drawing a suppressed pistol from his pocket when Ethan kicked over the ice bucket. Ice and water spilled across the floor.