Nicholas had made them search. Made them dig. Made them find out exactly who this man was and how he had gotten past the security measures that were supposed to protect this place.
They had known something like this would happen eventually.
They had suspected it.
But they hadn't thought it would be a suicide bomber.
Kastiel's mind flickered back to the discussions, the meetings, the long nights spent planning for every conceivable threat. They had prepared for a direct attack. An assassination attempt. A sniper in a high window, a knife in a crowded room, poison in a glass of wine. Something aimed at him—something personal, something targeted, something that could be prevented with the right precautions.
They had never suspected a bomb.
