Chapter 112

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“The eagle has landed,” Tate said, his phone gripped tightly in his hand as he paced the living room of an apartment across town from where the cab had dropped him off.

“Could you be any cornier?” Zavier, his handler at C21, asked.

“Probably, if I weren’t so…tired.”

“Our subjects have been dealt with successfully?”

“One of them. He’s out of the picture for good.”

“Tate…”

Tate could imagine his handler shaking his head. “Sorry, but it came down to him or me and I rather value my life, Zavier.”

“As do I,” Zavier replied. “I’d hate to lose a good operative. Is Gwen with you? I want to talk to her if she is.”

Tate took a deep breath. “No. We ran into a problem and…Fuck, Zavier.”

“What happened?” Even over the phone, Tate could feel Zavier’s panic.