The plane touched down in Vienna, the crisp air of Austria greeting them as they stepped onto the tarmac. A team sent over to welcome them met the delegation and led them to a check point where their documents were swiftly stamped by local officials.
Then, they were all led to a bus, moving as a single unit. It just so happened that the bus was not big enough to accommodate everyone. Liwu's team was assigned a separate vehicle.
She scanned her surroundings, her detective's instincts on high alert. In this strange city, and the spy world, every face could be a threat, every gesture a clue. The professor's death had rattled the embassy, but the killer was still at large. Maybe, he or she was already out of Austria, and somewhere in Bulgaria. But that was the one who took the shot, and they were not there for that criminal. They were their for one of their own.
Weijun, meanwhile, was practically glowing. "Look at this place! The architecture, the air, the--"
