The Cellist's Scalpel

The aftermath of the battle settled over the snow-covered Catskill compound like a cold, gray shroud. Outside, the mountain winds had begun to die down, leaving behind colossal drifts of snow that reached halfway up the ground-floor stone masonry. Down at the perimeter outpost, Sergei and his men had secured the five surviving mercenaries in the reinforced subterranean holding cells, while Lev’s sniper team completed their secondary sweep of the…