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Future

She wasn’t sure she had one

The lift stopped, and the doors opened, letting them out into a nondescript corridor that was badly in need of a makeover It was hard to tell the pattern on the faded wallpaper, and the carpet had worn bare in places She followed Striker through the eency door at the end of the corridor and up the concrete stairs to the roof There was a one-way lock on the roof exit, and he made sure to prop the door open, lest it slaether, silently, they crossed the flat expanse to look down into the street

Striker stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders as they looked out over La Paz It took aThe explosion ed But the one in the center of the devastation, the one where the explosion occurred, was entirely gone There was nothing but a pile of s rubble where it once stood

It wasn’t until she felt hands tighten on her shoulders that she forced herself to compare the scene before her to the map of the area she’d memorized in the car Her knees hen she realized which building had been destroyed

The clinic was gone

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The penthouse, New Amsterdam Hotel

New York City, Northern Territory

“I’e Abramovich said as he helped himself to some top-shelf Scotch “Miriam knoe interfered She knoe sent a team after the scientist”

“She knows nothing” Sandrine crossed her legs as she sat back in the corner of the sofa Serge earisorated on her

“You should have let me pick the team ent after the scientist Yours obviously didn’t knohat they were doing” He sprawled in the ar “entitled rich boy”

“There was nothing wrong withas none of her men had made

it back to tell her “Miriam’s team didn’t succeed, either Last I heard, the scientist is still alive and on the run”

Serge chuckled “You haven’t heard the latest then” He pointed at her with the glass,the whiskey slosh about “Friday Jones took Interferan-X She’s hours froet to the only clinic in South A is, Miria The girl is dead One way or another The plan failed”