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Friday couldn’t think Her brain had been fried from data overload She knew any sane person in her position would focus on having mere hours to live, but all she could think about was the man she loved He was hurt, bound and i she could do to help hied her captor to release hih

She should never have dragged Striker into her mess She should have found a hole to sit in after she took the poison and waited for death to coainst her circumstances, she should have learned that there was no happy ending for women like her Women ere born without options

From the moment she’d been dumped in front of the CommTECH headquarters as a baby, her life had been overshadowed by the company Her education had been furnished by CommTECH at the expense of her freedom Her work revolved around CommTECH Her only friends, well, acquaintances, were all Coinity to a fellow CommTECH scientist on the floor of the company’s lab

Her death would be courtesy of CommTECH, too

Sure, she’d taken the poison, but they had done everything they could to et to the antidote And now, it was too late They’d won CommTECH had won And all her pathetic little rebellions were for nothing Kane Duggan was right There was no one to stop hi exactly what they wanted to do

“Pull over there” Her captor pointed at a generic cube of a building in an area that once had been filled with Spanish era houses Noas the staging post for a vastthe country under the noses of the watching world and getting aith it

Kane’s eyes were flat and dull, hisfor you and lover boy It’s going to be entertaining to watch what you do with the few hours you have left And then, when you’re gone, I’ll get rid of the infaler The o anywhere—for a price” He inclined his head “But he couldn’t save you, could he? He couldn’t do that I wonder what you paid hi look “Did you promise him information or access to your body?”

She couldn’t stop the flush that hit her cheeks as she snatched her gaze from the monster

Kane’s laugh was chilling as the car drew to a halt “Tell me this, Ms Jones—do you think he’ll mourn when you die?” He cocked an eyebrow “Do you think anyone will mourn?”

She couldn’t hold his eyes and looked away No She didn’t think anyone would ht they would feel relief that she was gone Striker’s team as ht down on their heads

That would be her epitaph—Friday Jones, thankfully gone

“Get the room There are plenty of caether for my boss to watch later”

She tried to stop the shudder his words provoked but didn’t succeed, which see behind her climbed out and walked around to the rear of the car Theher from the vehicle

She looked over to find the other two men had retrieved Striker fro stunned His hands were tied behind his back, his head hung down, and his ankles were crossed and secured He was helpless