Mrs - Undercover [exclusive]

What Tommy and the rest of the world didn't know was that Mrs. Lin’s "sciatica" was a cover for a brief convalescence after dislocating her shoulder during a high-altitude HALO jump over the Caspian Sea three weeks ago. And her "stories"? She was reviewing encrypted satellite footage of a sleeper cell in Istanbul.

Mrs. Lin winked. "Classified."

"Just for a little bit, dear," Mrs. Lin wheezed, leaning on her cane—a hollowed-out graphite shaft that concealed a taser and a grappling hook. "Who is that nice man by the bouncy castle?" mrs undercover

The plastic lid popped off on impact. Heavy, dense potato salad—made with extra thickener for exactly this purpose—splattered across the Broker's face and eyes. He sputtered, blinded, clawing at the starchy mixture. What Tommy and the rest of the world