Chapter 39 The Ankara Descent

• Marcella’s POV
• The streets of Ankara were different from our quiet hideouts in the Balkans. Old monuments stood next to busy markets, but both looked worn down by drones and quiet crowds under grey skies. It felt like the city was watching us.
• I walked through the alleys dressed as a courier, hiding my gear under layers of regular clothes. Leona moved ahead. Ryker followed a bit behind, scanning the rooftops with special lenses.