Rose adjusted the black bow tie of her server's uniform, checking her reflection in the service elevator's mirrored wall. The disguise was perfect, hair tucked under a cap, face subtly altered with makeup to change her bone structure. No one would recognize her as the woman in the green dress who had shown herself to Camille earlier.

That had been the distraction. This was the real plan.

"Two minutes," the man beside her said, his Russian accent thick ...