“I can’t do that,” she said quietly.
She almost smiled. Then she vanished into the gray Vienna rain, a fake drive in her boot, a real one in her heart, and the strangest, most dangerous ally she’d ever known covering her escape.
“Emma.”
Emma’s mind raced. It was exactly the kind of double-blind she’d been trained for. But why would he tell her?
He wasn’t just early. He was looking directly up at her window.
Through the rain-streaked window, she saw him. Tall, still in the charcoal suit he’d worn to the “family dinner” three nights ago, his dark hair peppered with silver. Mark Hix. Her stepfather of six years. And, according to the file Control had flashed on her screen six months ago, a deep-cover asset for a rogue intelligence collective known as The Syndicate.
“I said abort, Nightingale,” Control hissed.
She paused at the window.
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“I can’t do that,” she said quietly.
She almost smiled. Then she vanished into the gray Vienna rain, a fake drive in her boot, a real one in her heart, and the strangest, most dangerous ally she’d ever known covering her escape.
“Emma.”
Emma’s mind raced. It was exactly the kind of double-blind she’d been trained for. But why would he tell her?
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Through the rain-streaked window, she saw him. Tall, still in the charcoal suit he’d worn to the “family dinner” three nights ago, his dark hair peppered with silver. Mark Hix. Her stepfather of six years. And, according to the file Control had flashed on her screen six months ago, a deep-cover asset for a rogue intelligence collective known as The Syndicate.
“I said abort, Nightingale,” Control hissed. “I can’t do that,” she said quietly
She paused at the window.