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“The phone in my front pocket,” Rasul said with a smile

With his boot still on Rasul’s good hand, Juan reached down and pulled out the phone He pushed the HOME button, and the screen asked for the passcode Juan’s gloves were designed to ith touchpads

“What’s your passcode?”

“I’ll never tell,” Rasul said with a gurgle The s blue

It was the Novichok The nerve agent had gotten into the suit where Juan had shot him

“You only have a few seconds left to live,” Juan said “Tell me the passcode or I’ll just use your thumbprint when you’re dead”

His back arched, and he screaony as the Novichok took control of his body Then he went silent and rigid, but Juan could see that the eyes were still seeing They began to water froh

Juan yanked off Rasul’s gloves and tried to unlock the phone with the fingerprints on both of the assassin’s thumbs

Nothing Even if there was an abort signal to be sent froain access in the next five minutes

That left one chance Juan ran toward the Oregon If he couldn’t stop that o Garcia, every person at the ruesome fate

ELEVEN

As he raced across the weather deck, Juan activated his earpiece mic

“Eddie, get back to the Oregon right now I’o over first”

“On my way,” Eddie replied

“Max,” Juan said, “I’ yet?”