“What do we do?” she whispered, not turning around.
She picked up the phone.
“I have a third option,” she said softly, and dialed. End of story. -Vixen- Alina Lopez - What Do We Do -29.01.2018-
Elias reached into his jacket and placed a burner phone on the marble table between them. “There are two numbers programmed. One calls the FBI field office. The other calls a pilot in Telluride who owes me a favor. You choose.” “What do we do
A cold knot tightened in her stomach. “So what do we do? Run? Fight? Or do I turn you in for the man you actually are?” End of story
“I came because your photo of the frozen tundra — the one with the lone wolf track in the snow — made me feel something I thought I’d killed years ago.” He stepped closer, stopping just out of reach. “The file... the vixen operation... it was supposed to close last spring. But someone resurrected it. And now they think you’re the courier.”