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nglish Channel. Inside, the cabin smelled of expensive leather and ozone. Elena sat across from J

e wasn't looking at the scenery; he was look

lunt instrument-cameras on every corner. In Zurich, it's a scalpel. They track your spending, your transit pings, even the way

why we're not going to Paradeplatz

d Roman

he Cold War, repurposed for 'high-velocity' trading. If we can tap into that relay, we can in

he De

iliar tightening in his chest. He was a creature of the dark web, a king of the invisible. Being ph

le you were sleeping," Julian sa

r of industrial steel and eyes that looked like they had been ca

udget under a project called *Lazarus*. It's a massive investment in CRISPR-based c

't want to find me because he mi

ototype' back," J

e Zuri

ut. As they walked through the private terminal, Julian's "Threat-Detec

o pulses. Cons

lowing his pace. "Passive RFID. Someone is che

r hand slipping into her coa

man wasn't looking at them; he was looking at a tablet. "That's a State Security signature.

ting air of Zurich. A black Audi A8

Julian said, gra

ontact," sh

was a tiny, gold decal of a lion-the crest of the Vance family.

. But nobody stepped out. Instead, a voice projected from the ca

your 'deletion' services are no longer required. We'

e-predictor Elena had shown him, flickered back to life.

The Audi wasn't going to explo

ier of the parking garage just as the maintenance hatch

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