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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
"Go, Liam!" she yelled. "Tell the world!"
He plunged through the window, landing hard on
the alley pavement below. His ankle twisted, sending
a searing pain through him, but he barely registered it.
He scrambled to his feet, limping away, the image of
Evelyn, captured, burning in his mind.
He heard the shattering of glass as the operatives
followed.
Evelyn thrashed, but the operative was too strong.
He pinned her to the floor, his knee pressing into her
chest.
"Where is it, Doctor?" he snarled, his face inches
from hers. "The book. The data."
She looked at him, defiance blazing in her eyes.
"You'll never get it. The truth will come out."
He chuckled. "The truth, Doctor, is whatever we
decide it is."
He pulled a small, black device from his pocket. A
syringe.
Evelyn’s eyes widened.
"A sedative," he explained, his voice calm, almost
soothing. "For your own good. You've had a very
stressful night."
She struggled, but it was useless. The needle
plunged into her arm.
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