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  1. Foreword
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She walked behind him and took his gun from his belt. Then she went back around to face him.

“Any last words?” she said.

He clawed at her desperately, gasping and gurgling.

She was still naked and before killing him, she removed his enormous jacket. She didn’t want it covered in blood.

“You don’t deserve this,” she said.

Then she pointed the gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger. His head leapt backwards, blood spraying onto the wall behind him, and his enormous body went limp.

She put on the jacket, which was more like a tent, and pulled it around herself. Then she checked his pockets. Apart from the gun, he had a wallet, some keys, and an electronic keycard.

Before leaving, she carefully checked her legs, ankles, and feet for injury. There was bruising but nothing seemed broken. She could walk.

She left the cell and climbed the staircase to a room that looked like the inside of a work shed. It was built of corrugated steel and had a concrete floor. It was cold inside and light was coming from a small window next to the door.

She glanced out the window and saw that she was in a forest. There was snow on the ground. There was a car parked outside and a man in a driver’s uniform was leaning on it, smoking a cigarette, his back to the shed.

She went to the door and tried to open it but it was locked. There was an electronic pad next to it and she tried the key card she’d taken from Timokhin. The lock beeped and a green light flashed.

She drew the gun and checked that it was loaded. Then she crept out the door and ran for the nearest trees. The snow hurt her feet. She reached the trees and crept slowly toward the car, careful not to make a sound.

When she was about twenty feet from the driver, she rose up and pointed the gun at him.

“Hands up,” she said, approaching the car.

She expected him to offer no resistance but instead, he moved like a trained agent, diving for cover behind the vehicle and pulling a gun of his own.

Laurel instantly leapt onto the hood of the car. She slid across it, into the man, and before he could overpower her, jammed her gun into his ribs and pulled the trigger three times.

70

Tatyana got off the train in New York and called Roth.

“I’m in the city,” she said as she crossed the terminal.

“All right,” Roth said. “I just got the location.”

“Where is the bastard?”

“The Four Seasons.”

Tatyana stopped in her tracks.

“What?”

“I know,” Roth said. “It’s where you were staying the night you were attacked.”

“The GRU practically own that place,” she said. “Going back will be very risky.”