a man with the blandly efficient name of Alex, produced a wallet containing a
ed Lincoln that was more of a mobile bunker than a car. The doors closed with
er from head to toe, as if trying to find the seam
completely at ease. She found the crystal de
Iain asked, his voice
hiskey. It was smoky and e
rsation. "I need protection. Resources. A shield against the
would I help you? I have no interest in a
forward, the space between them shrink
the nerve damage isn't irreversible. It's a data problem.
vulnerability known to no one, not even his most trusted aide. His hands, resting on his lap, clenched
pulled out a tiny, metallic object-a micro-USB driv
regeneration algorithm. A little something I... acqu
a data fragment she'd pulled from the game'
. Greed, suspicion, and a desperat
drive, but for her hand. He need
ps brushed a
ise. A void. A black hol
oxicating to him than any power he had ever wielded. This wom
ck, his decision made
straight in the ey
he had expected-money, power, revenge-this
able," Jazmin explained. "Legally. Socially. It puts m
f a sleek, black skyscraper in SoHo
dable. He was looking at her not as a woman, but as a pr
ared the ramp for his wheelch
analyze the data on this drive. If it's real... if it has even a
im the USB drive. He caugh
in let out a breath she didn
ing flashed i
ITH CORE ANTAGONIST. SERVER
at the city lights
e empty car. "Let it crash.
ancock. Adopted. Married Adrian Garrett four years ago. No criminal record
s rubbing the cool metal of
I want to know what she had for breakfast every day for the last ten
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