“Mind if I take some screenshots?” Locke asked, indicating the building plans still spread out on the island. “I’d like to get a jump onthings.”
“Will the data be secure?” Maxasked.
“You have myword.”
“Goahead.”
Abby was surprised Max had agreed, but she wasn’t under any illusions: he was learning to work with the Syndicate, grudgingly becoming a team player, but they were also running out oftime.
The reality of it caused a knot of fear to form in her stomach. Being under the gun heightened the possibility of making a mistake. It made peopledesperate.
And sometimesfoolish.