I paced the departures lounge. At least I was flying business class, but it was still going to be one long flight, and I didn't like the idea of playing bodyguard again. Sure, my time with Marta Hrubcova had been pretty damned good, excluding the fact I'd been shot a couple of times, but I'd trained to be a spy, not a babysitter.

"Don't worry, Nick. You've read the file. The bodyguard role is just a cover. There is a lot of noise, a lot of scary noise, coming from all over the place. Brazil is ready to explode. The Director wants you on the ground to take advantage of...