Chapter 92: Jennifer

Sunday. London, UK.

JENNIFER DID HER BEST to fuse her body with the door of the car. If she stared out of the window hard enough, she could maybe forget that Bain was driving and Uwe was beside her.

Not likely.

She could hope.

"Any questions?" Uwe asked.

His voice felt like a cheese grater on a sunburn. She managed to not flinch at the sound of his voice, but just barely. The back of her thighs were still bruised from Friday when she'd pretended to not grasp her instructions. Either Uwe thought he could beat them into her, or that corporal punishment was the only way to make people learn anything. She'd quickly decided that angering him wasn't a solution.

"None, sir," she said.

No, her best way out was to be a good little soldier, play along and wait for an opportunity to escape. There would be consequences. She fully expected to be on the hook for the theft of the puzzle box. A prison would be better than this.

What about Milan? And Orion?