Heretic
The Templar Chronicles
Prologue
Niall O'Connor watched those around him intently. It was early evening, and the Vienna streets were still crowded, which meant spotting a tail could be difficult. He was a veteran of this kind of operation, however, and took his time, carefully examining all that he could see. When he was certain he had not been followed from the museum, he stepped into the phone booth on the corner and shut the Plexiglas door behind him. Ignoring the mounted public telephone, he removed a satellite phone from his pocket and dialed an overseas number from memory.
The phone rang several times before it was picked up. O'Connor could sense someone's presence at the other end, could hear the sound of breathing, but nothing was said, not even hello.
Into that silence, O'Connor said, "It's done."
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