A CIA agent in Europe, a very old demon, and a very large bomb.
"In my time, the magistrate and the captain of the guard would conspire to fool the king. They would slaughter everyone in a village on the coast, and leave the curved swords of the Moors on the ground. Fearing attack, the king would give coins for more men."
Some things never change...
The race is on, a race across Europe to uncover the truth, to stop a city from being devastated, and for the truth to be revealed.
'Kobus?' came an American accent.
'Hello, Kobus, you there?'
'Still here, boss, bad line,' Kobus said with a slight accent evident, a hint of his Afrikaans roots.
'Where are you?'
'Outside of S...