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s of the R

ck room, Morina's hand found hers. His grip was steady, but the tremble in her fingers gave away the t

a CIA operative. She was a f

rate a military-led economic faction. The operation seemed like a patriotic exercise at first: track fund flows, identify shell

abilization of the democratic government. Their strategy was multifaceted: currency manipulation, asset ho

vital organs using military planes under the guise of diplomatic missions. Organs harvested from war zones, from prisoners whose names were long

get to ghost contractors. Two weeks later, he was dead. Official cause: heart failure. But Elizabeth re

es. Dates. Locations.

y's internal comms, but whose name was etched into everything that stank of treason. He had orchestrated the

e vanishing involved a covert bust in Lagos, where she discovered UN-donated medical crates filled with frozen heart

ying she should be "swinging on his Cuetus" instead of chasing shadows. His harassment wasn't just lewd-it was strategic. Every case she crack

er own team. She used lovers as covers, and mentors as misdirection. She became an enigma even to h

Professional. That meant Gilbert was running point now. He never outsourced sensitive work

the hallway measure

ned beside her

tenance tunnel. But even that wasn't safe anymore. They had planned this.

moved past

stun round hit the far wall, sending white arcs through

to me. If I don't make it out, find Sophia Silas in New Y

stunned. "

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a voice called ou

don't make

caught. It

ho killed

ed her life into

had come to erase her