I also didn’t need Cain reminding me that this was without a doubt the most dangerous operation I’d been on to date. Bulgaria, with its friendly U.S. relations, was about as safe a Slavic country as they came. I had to be about as vigilant about my personal safety as I would in the United States…in truth, I was always more concerned with accidentally blowing my cover than being in any actual danger.
Chechnya was another world by comparison. Recent wars, insurgent groups and kidnapping as a cottage industry made it dangerous for anyone not familiar with the situation there. I’d chosen to dress modestly, to avoid undue attention, and Ryan had made it explicitly clear that I wasn’t to take any risks, no matter the potential payoff. I hoped he wasn’t expecting me to lay low for the entirety of my time there, but I didn’t want to be taken hostage and held for ransom either. The pile of cash I was carrying was enough to get me in a lot of trouble if anyone patted me down, and I’d had no choice but to leave my gun at home.
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