The young woman follows her target, when a voice crackles in her ear. “Come in Osprey. What’s your position?” “Eye on target, about to go in for the kill.” “You know what to do. No playing with your prey this time. That’s an order, Wynn.” More crackling as the voice signs off, and the Osprey huffs a sigh. She watches the target bust open a police car. “No fun,” she grumbles.