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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
"We need to get off the street," she whispered.
"They'll have eyes everywhere."
He nodded, taking in every detail with a hyper-
awareness he hadn't possessed hours ago. "My car…
it's parked a few blocks from here."
"Too risky," She countered immediately. "They'll
be watching it. They'll have your address. Your
family."
Liam flinched. The thought of his family, his wife,
his children, suddenly vivid and precious, sent a fresh
wave of panic through him. Before Deep Rest, he
wouldn't have cared. Now, the stakes were
agonizingly real.
"Where do we go?" he asked.
Her mind raced. Her apartment was out. Her lab
was compromised. Her mentor, Thorne, was too
exposed. She had no safe house, no contingency plan.
She was a scientist, not a fugitive.
But she did have the Mallory’s chronicle. And the
data. The proof.
"We need to disappear," she said, pulling him
deeper into the shadows. "For now."
The Pursuit.
Miles away, in a sleek, minimalist command
center, a man known only as The Director watched
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