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“Now what?” Smoke asked, sticking to Dari.

“Now we figure out how to get Sophia away from Akbar before he makes her design the next great plague.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

If only Con had hadtime to teach her more of the martial arts stuff he promised, Sophia could have done something about the asshole twisting her arm damned near in half.

“I realize I don’t matter much, but if you keep hurting my arm like you are, I won’t be able to use it at all.”

He didn’t answer or change the way he held her.

“Don’t take my word for it,” she said. “Have a look at it.” Her uniform shirt was around Con’s thigh, leaving her arms free of fabric.

He glanced down, then did a double take. “It looks like it’s broken.”

“It’s not, but I do have a life-threatening illness, though.”

“Why the fuck did Button bring you out here if you’re sick?” Len asked, disgust twisting his features.

“I’m a specialist. Did you think people who could diagnose weird viral or bacterial diseases grew on trees? Your boss is a dangerous man whose only goal is to kill Americans.” She gasped, pretending shock, “Oh my, that means you, too.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Or what? You’ll hurt me some more, or kill my team? Those threats have already been used.”

He pointed his weapon at her face. “Shut. Up.”

She shut up.

Shaking his head, Len shoved her in front of him the rest of the way back to the lab tent.

Akbar was pacing outside it. He took one look at her, stared at her arm, then started yelling in Dari.

Len yelled back.

After a minute of this back and forth, Akbar turned to her and asked with some concern, “You’re sick?”

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