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SAVIOR

Igroaned, stood, and let the three in.

“Where’s Tag?” Typhon asked.

“No idea. He left some time ago.”

Typhon shook his head. “Check your messages; he asked me to meet him here about something urgent.”

Seconds later, came another knock.

“What’s going on?” I asked, ushering him, Con, and Gus inside. “Tag?” I said when his eyes met mine. I’d rarely seen him so agitated.

“I received a secure message from Nightingale. All hell is breaking loose in Damascus.” He turned to Typhon. “We need to get her out of there.”

“On it.” He stepped a few paces away, spoke to someone, then returned. “The team on the ground in Syria received an agent-in-peril alert a few minutes ago. They know where she is, and they’re on their way to get her.”

“Thank God,” Tag muttered. “Her cover is blown, or at least she thinks it is.”

“Why? What’s happened?” I pressed.

“There’s been a coup. The president has fled to Russia, and the rebel forces have taken control of the government.”

This wasn’t bad news as far as I was concerned, as long as we were able to get our people out. The president was a brutal dictator, whose family had ruled with an iron fist for half a century.

“There’s more. Fearing she might not be rescued in time, she sent an encrypted file, saying it contained critical information about Weber.”

“I’m opening it now,” said Con, and Tag rushed over.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, looking up at me. “Con, show them.”

He turned the computer around, and on the screen was a photo of Fallon Wallace, code name Chimera. Beneath the image, there was a list of aliases. The first was Eric Weber.

Sullivan gasped, and her eyes met mine. “Wait. Weber is a woman? How can that be?”

“As far as we know, no one has seen a photo before now. Right, Con?” asked Gus.

“Affirmative. And if anyone has, it was obviously nother.”

“So who is Janus?” I asked.

Con glared up at me. “One thing at a time, Ash.”

It was difficult to tell who was reeling more, him or Sullivan. Although the former made more sense since Viper and Dr. Sterling were in the room, both standing with their arms crossed.

“Typhon, a word?”

He nodded and followed me down the hallway.

“Why isn’t Viper throwing a fit about Sullivan’s lack of clearance?”

“Because I ran it.”

“When?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing since you and your crew walked out?”

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