Ten minutes earlier. 

Ciudad Juárez, Mexico.

Caitlin walked towards a dock. The street lights illuminated her body, highlighting her slim waist and her wonderful jean-clad buttocks with every step she took. Not far behind her, a person lying flat on the fence along the river said to the opposite bank through his miniature receiver hidden in his collar. “The Dancer is in place. The Audience is in position too.” 

The Dancer was an operational code given to Caitlin by Ton. 

Caitlin was a performer and the dock was her stage. The CIA and FA members were the audiences of this show. All they were waiting for was the presence of Caitlin’s lover boy. 

Said lover boy was Xia Lei, but the man was nowhere to be seen. 

Caitlin came to the dock and allowed the cold winds of the Grand River to caress her cheek. She closed her collar tighter around her neck and studied her surroundings. There was a hearing bug installed on her body so she did not dare to speak. However, her heart was caught...