Chapter 338: Thursday. Damascus, Syria.

ALEC HAD HOPED FOR more of a head start. The enforcers were faster than their size had led him to believe. His arms pumped at his sides. He cut across another street, barreling past onlookers. The police or military were going to be on them soon. Vara had told him response times were getting shorter.

There wasn't anywhere to lose these guys and Alec wasn't willing to endanger civilians. He couldn't allow himself to get captured by the authorities. His documents wouldn't hold up and there was no way he could explain his weapon. He had to lose these guys or fight them, and he didn't like the two-to-one odds.

"Move," he snapped at two boys rounding the corner ahead of him

Alec grabbed the light pole and used it to keep his momentum going, launching him left then darting across the street in a break between cars. His feet hit the sidewalk, and he glanced over his shoulder at the two men still in pursuit.

Did they think he was the hacker? Had they fooled them?