*Giovani*
No matter how many times I went on missions like this, it always felt like the first. My heart was pounding and my senses were on high alert as adrenaline pumped through my body. I reached over and squeezed Gabriele’s shoulder, knowing that he was in the same boat as me. This shit never got easier, no matter how good we were.
We were riding in a little silver Fiat, one of the most common cars in the entire country of Italy. The Russians didn’t know it, but this was the car we kept for our most important missions. We only used it when we needed to be as discreet as possible.
