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His file was in her hand, the photo of him with his close-cropped hair and lab coat three years out of date but still accurate He’d put on some muscle since then, but his fra him the nickname Hulk from those who didn’t like him, and that had been more than a few
Fran ran her attention up and down his body, s, he clasped his hands into a fig leaf, trying not to look obvious about it "I was done three years ago Nothing has changed You going to shoot ing theht be ready for extraction"
Twin feelings of elation and betrayal flooded hiestured wildly, catching his anger when the rips in threat on their weapons "This idea was flawed fro It will not work Not in a year Not in ten! Every ti, they scrub her and she losesit worse, and I’ll have nothing to do with it"
Fran sainst his chest "Update your info You leave tomorrow The way in is already prepared Even have a friend waiting for you"
His lip curled, and he refused to take the file Toy soldiers playing war "You’re not listening tointo one of the guards "You’re not listening to me," the woht shohere she’d had soot e need She doesn’t know it yet, which is why it is going to work this tiure it out and scrub her You want to end it? Then end it"
But even ended, it would never be as it had been Angry, Silas turned to theuntil he shifted aside to show an empty hallway Truly, they had no call to detain him, and they knew it
"I need you, Silas," Fran said, not pleading, but close to it "What are you going to do? Go back to your hobby? Clean your historical relics and pretend you’re so you’re not? You are a enius away"
He turned, seeing her surrounded by her guns and enius, just lucky in how he saw the world "You used me"
"But it all worked out, didn’t it?" she said with a false brightness "If we have any chance of ending this, it’s going to be through you You’re the only one sh to adapt a program to fix it Don’t walk away fro, he strode down the corridor, the slick-suit pinching His clothes were around here soht," Fran called after hi "Five sharp"
"I don’t think he’s going to do it," Fran’s aide said, and Silas’s neck warhed
"He will Make sure you have so e He hated that she knew hi expensive Then he’d show up at ten ht He wasn’t the best they had, but if anyone could do it, it would be hiered under theover everybody Post-task injuries weren’t unusual What was unusual, what had Jack so unnerved that he’d driven all night, was that damned memory knot
Brow furrowed, Peri reached for the shaht loo her down It was obvious what had triggered the knot: the taste of chocolate, the scent of whiskey, Jack’s face, stark in the club’s lights But she daren’t even think about it Not until Jack got back with breakfast, anyway
It had been hard to bring Jack to a halt thisback to Detroit He’d driven all night, watching over her while she slept Thethe last leg behind the wheel herself It was her car, da Besides, it wasn’t often she had the chance to open her Mantis up and let it joyously run until the voltage-sensitive paint paled fro, low-state white
She’d needed to play the "I’ truck-stop restaurant That had led to the idea of taking a shower at the even sadder-looking adjoining ot her way--and she usually did--their break would extend into aThen Jack would sleep He wouldn’t be able to help it After three years of saving each other’s asses, her trust in Jack was absolute, but her gut said to stay off her employer’s radar until Jack returned her meht to be concerned, but defragging her thoughts was the quickest way to unsnarl and prevent another knot Before I start to hallucinate, she thought as she squirted creah, to be honest, it would take weeks of unattended le" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">