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PROLOGUE

THE INVISIBLE MAN

ONE

AT TEN O’CLOCK on a , Chris Schneider slipped toward a long-abandoned building on the eastern outskirts of Berlin, his es and old vows

Late thirties, and dressed in dark clothes, Schneider drew out a 40 Glock pistol and eased forward, alert to the dry rustle of the thorn bushes and goldenrod and the vines that engulfed the place

He hesitated, staring at the silhouette of the building, recalling so here for the first ti almost three decades for this moment

Indeed, for ten years he’d trained his mind and body

For ten years after that he’d actively sought revenge, but to no avail

In the past decade, Schneider had coht never happen, that his past had not only disappeared, it had died, and with it the chance to exact true payback for himself and the others

But here was his chance to be the avenging angel they’d all believed in

Schneider heard voices in histo their story

At their calling, Schneider felt hi He intended to give it to them