SILAS PATTED CHAYAN'S SHOULDER. Silas wished there was something more he could do for Chayan. The man was a mess. He'd already changed once from sweating through his clothes once, and already there were dark lines down the back of his clean shirt.At least Ekko was holding it together well enough. She hadn't been sick since the night at the hotel despite everything that had happened."Everything's going to be fine. Brett and Vito are here. It's all good, man." Silas offered Chayan a smile.Shit, he hoped Brett was ready to deal with Chayan's nerves. Chayan had more or less pulled himself together yesterday and hid the grief, but even that had to be just below the surface. At some point it would all surface again. Vito was the quiet, silent type. It would be up to Brett to manage the mood of their team when they headed out.A rhythmic knock sounded on the front door.Silas frowned at the sound, not because it was odd but because he knew that sound. But...he wasn't supposed to be h
PASLEY KEPT HIS FEET braced on the floorboard. The SUV hadn't stopped moving. It also hadn't gone where Pasley had expected it to. Then again, he had seen another SUV at the curb while Igney was focused on the Americans.What were the chances Pasley was this lucky? Could his simple ploy to get some distance from the SUV and Aegis Group team have worked?He didn't dare hope. Hope was dangerous. He still might have to kill the targets even though that wasn't what he wanted to do. He'd much prefer to slip away, go off to live his own, quiet life.What would it be like to never again be expected to kill someone?He stared down at his hands.Sometimes he could still see blood on them that wasn't there.Did he dare hope to be free?"Finally," Igney mumbled.Pasley glanced up at the SUV. It had stopped outside of a large, suburban home. They were miles from the condo he'd tracked the targets to. That didn't mean they hadn't moved.He held his breath as the passenger doors opened.Ig
EKKO CLENCHED THE ARMRESTS of her window seat on the narrow commercial flight bound for London.Were they really going to make it out of the country? Was this happening?She hadn't taken an easy breath since leaving the condo. After days spent cooped up, she'd felt exposed and vulnerable venturing out even with Silas and Paxton on either side of her. Their ride to the private airport had gone smoothly. Boring even. The crew on the small plane chartered to take them to Dalanzadgad hadn't so much as glanced at them.Paxton had said their forged passports were simply an extra layer of protection should they be needed. Of course they hadn't really known if those were needed until they landed, which was when their tickets to London were officially purchased by the Aegis Group support staff.Everything had gone through without a hitch.It was too easy.Silas' hand covered hers. He squeezed gently as the nose of the plane tipped up.Something could still go wrong...The cabin bounced
ONE OF THE THINGS Silas hated most about travel was the tedious process of disembarking from an airplane. It was always a time-consuming process with people bumbling along.Today, however, he was content to sit in his seat holding Ekko's hand.The trip wasn't over. They weren't out of danger. But they should be in the home stretch now. With any luck, they'd given the DSS operatives the slip. It would take them six to twenty-four hours to pick up their trail. That was more than enough lead time for them to get on a plane headed back to New York City, and from there it really was over.Paxton stood and glanced over his shoulder. Silas met his gaze and nodded.It wouldn't make sense for Paxton to wait for them here. They'd meet up in the terminal."Silas...""Hm?" He turned his head.Ekko was staring agape at her phone screen."What?" He peered over her shoulder.The headline read, Youth Rioters Killed in Dauria.The image under the bold words was that of two young people. A boy
EKKO STARED AT THE concrete floor. It had that artfully distressed look that went with the exposed brick and rustic ceiling beams, but was at odds with the stainless steel kitchen and stark white furniture.Why white?Why would anyone want white furniture?For one, it was boring.Second, it would get dirty and shabby in no time.Third, why the fuck did she care?Chayan was gone.Arrested.For a crime he hadn't necessarily committed. She'd gotten the passport. Not him. But he'd used it knowing it wasn't real.This was her fault.If she'd left well enough alone, he would have worked through his grief on his own. Yes, his home life would have been lonely. Chances were he'd get depressed, but couldn't talk about it for fear of bringing on the attention of the DSS.She cradled her head in her hands.If she'd never engaged in this plan those kids from the article would merely be grumbling under their breath.Why had she ever said anything?Ekko had seen firsthand how far Dauria
SILAS PEERED OVER THE top of his phone and the glasses.No sign of the targets. Yet.Earlier that morning he'd managed to crawl out of bed without waking Ekko when his phone had gone off. It was news he'd been hoping for.Someone had identified their DSS operatives.Igney and Pasley Bootur.Despite the men sharing the same surname, they weren't related. In fact, it was telling.Chayan had explained while lecturing about the DSS that children taken in before the age of five were stripped of family surnames and given one of a few state names. The Bootur surname came from the Yakut people, one of many who had contributed to the Daurain population. The name had been selected for two purposes. The first Minister of Public Affairs had roots that went back to the Yakut people, and the name meant protector. Since many of the protective service members were children conscripted from the state-run orphanages, the surname was a brand setting those kids apart. Bootur was also the name given
SILAS NARROWED HIS GAZE, every fiber focused on the car ahead of them.Was the car actually stopping or was this another slow their roll then go?Vito had been forced to follow at a much greater length. They were currently almost a city block away around the corner waiting at a stop sign."Someone's coming up behind us," Paxton said, drawing attention to the unsuspecting driver who was likely just trying to get somewhere.Ahead of them the doors on the silver car opened.Silas threw his door open."Down the street, around the corner and back," Brett said to Vito, ignoring both Silas and Paxton getting out of the car.They couldn't follow the car and they couldn't let the people out of sight. Which meant they had to take a risk and go on foot.Each of them had traded jackets with the other two men. Disguises didn't have to be elaborate. All they had to do was look slightly different to fade into the background.Silas and Paxton fell into step, both watching the four men gatheri
IGNEY FOLLOWED THE MAN down the cramped hall. Their driver had only introduced himself as Li, a name Igney doubted was real.The hall was ancient. Bricks were missing in places with the holes sealed in with more concrete or plaster. It was barely wide enough to walk without his shoulders brushing. Pasley must have to walk almost sideways.Just where were they going?Igney bit his tongue to keep from asking more questions. It was obvious after the initial greeting that these two men weren't going to divulge details. Igney wasn't even sure why the two Chinese men were the ones to pick them up at the airport. There was a whole contingent of DSS in the city. Why hadn't they come?One thing Igney did know about the men who'd picked them up from the airport was that they were killers. It was the way they moved, how they looked at a person. Igney knew both had killed before.The tunnel seemed to go on forever. Or maybe it just seemed that way because of the tight confines.There were tw