Reznikov's Final Gambit

Midnight rain began to fall in heavy, rhythmic sheets across the concrete canyons of New York City, turning the asphalt into black mirrors that reflected the neon glow of streetlights. Nikolai Reznikov’s armored Mercedes sedan tore through the wet intersections of lower Manhattan at eighty miles an hour, tires hydroplaning violently across the slick road surfaces. Behind him, two black Cadillac SUVs carrying the last twelve mercenaries of his personal…