“That’s where you come in, Commander,” L said. “We have similar restrictions of deploying agents on our own citizens.”
The rest was left unsaid and that explained why R was here. One could not operate counter-intelligence agents in their own countries, but they could ask an ally to intercede on their behalf. Smythe felt a bit of acid making its way up his throat. He knew if this operation went sideways, then he would be labelled a rogue agent and treated accordingly. In that case a bullet to the back of the head would be merciful.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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