Page 46 of Undercover Savior

“I’ll forewarn you she’s in a state. She’s refusing to see or speak with anyone but you. When I attempted having a conversation with her, she became hysterical, saying she knew I was here to kill her. I suggested you had more reason to than I did.”

“Did you, really?”

He nodded and motioned to a door. “Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll buzz you in. I want to see every reaction.”

“Roger that,” I responded, leaning up against the wall outside the room where Periscope waited. My question about whether Typhon had really said I had more reason to kill her than he did was rhetorical. Earlier, when I thought about the lack of empathy among those in my profession, my boss appeared at the top of that list.

At the same time my mobile pinged with an alert, the door unlocked and I entered.

“Periscope,” I said when the woman I barely recognized raised her head. Her eyes were glassy, with dark circles beneath them, and her skin was ashen as if she hadn’t seen sunlight in weeks rather than days. Her legs were shackled and her hands cuffed.

“Savior.”

Hard as it was to remain detached, I reminded myself of two things. First and foremost, she was a traitor—an enemy within Unit 23’s midst. As part of one of the most elite teams in the world, that someone had gotten to her was chilling in itself. Prior to this, I would’ve said we were impenetrable. “You demanded to speak with me.”

“To warn you.”

“Warn me about what?”

“They’ll take you all out. Every one of you. First, me. Then, her. But they won’t stop.”

“Who, Shelby?”

“They’re much more powerful than you think.” Her eyes darted about.

“Why are you telling me this?”

Her eyes bored into mine. “I’m already dead. If only you’d killed her…”

“Do you think Weber would’ve let you live?” I scoffed, then sneered. “How did they get to you?”

“No one is safe. If you think you are, you’re as stupid as I was. They’ll come for you.” She raised her brows as if something had occurred to her. “In fact, they already have.”

My irritation with being here in the first place was exacerbated by her cryptic dialogue. Now, I was angry at what was evidently a bloody waste of time. “I see no point in continuing this conversation.” I pushed my chair away from the table and stood.

“Janus thinks he controls Chimera. He’s wrong. That may be your only chance at survival.” She looked at the door that she’d likely been brought in through. “I have nothing more to say.”

As soon as I reached the door I’d come in, the lock clicked. Typhon waited right outside.

“She’s delirious,” I muttered.

“Yet the information she gave may be of value.”

“Janus and Chimera?”

“What is it they say? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”

I glanced around to make sure we were alone. “What are you suggesting, Typhon?”

“Come with me.” He stepped into another room and shut the door behind us. “She said, ‘they already have.’ Whoever is coming for you is already in your midst, Savior.”

“That Weber got to me through Periscope tells you that the unit is vulnerable.”

He paced the room, something I often did. “We need to assess everyone.”

I put my hands on my hips, looked down at the floor, and shook my head. “I won’t do it. Don’t bother asking.”

“Even to save Sullivan’s life?”

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