Rift.

I'd worked with him a hundred times. More fringe than even I am, the dregs of what the IS offers, with his licensure under constant threat.

A rat bastard, but good at what he did, which was mostly kill people quietly.

You say: what the fuck, IS are about protection, not assassination.

I say: yeah, sure.

We contracted together a lot, when I was lucky enough to get a contract that was large scale.

When my headhunter offered me technical escort of sensitive corporate technology out of a country it shouldn't have been sold to, I naturally thought to tap him.

Here's the weird thing: he'd disappeared.