I noway imagined I'd be contending against time on a night like this. It all started when I got that frantic call from Donnie — my handler, my lifeline in a world that sounded determined to crush me under its weight. " Liam, hear up, " he barked over the line, his voice edged with urgency, " there's a retired bomb in the heart of the megacity. We've got less than two hours before it goes off. " I felt my stomach drop like a gravestone. A bomb? In a major megacity? And then I was, caught between two insolvable choices save thousands of innocent lives or secure the vital intelligence that could bring down the whole felonious network behind it.
I climbed to my bases in the confined safe house, heart pounding like a barrel. The timepiece on the wall glowed red — 1115 PM. I had slightly time to suppose. My mind contended through all the plans we'd made, every parlous step I'd taken to insinuate the syndicate. But nothing prepared me for this moment.