Chapter 1579
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“Fine!”
Zachary gritted his teeth, perfectly aware she was just blowing him off.
If these elitist spies looked down on him, he wasn’t going to beg for their friendship.
He had offered his services to their supposedly terrifying organization, and they had spat in his face.
The blatant disrespect left a bitter, burning rage festering in Zachary’s chest.
But he wasn’t stupid enough to snap right now; he swallowed his pride and forced himself to play the obedient dog.
Boarding the getaway vessel, it quickly became apparent that the man steering the boat wasn’t Graves.
The elusive mastermind was still hiding in the shadows, brainwashing his operatives from afar.
In Zachary’s eyes, Graves was a coward, using them as heavily armed bait to draw fire while he secured his own flawless escape.
But to Reese, Graves’s strategy was absolute perfection.
As the operational commander, his survival was the only thing that truly mattered.
Claire remained perfectly still, maintaining her facade of unconsciousness while Reese kept a hawk-like watch on the dark water, her hand hovering near her sidearm.
Zachary was equally paranoid, his eyes constantly scanning the shoreline, terrified of seeing flashing red and blue lights.
No fugitive ever wanted to be dragged back to a cage.
In the cabin, Zeke slumped against the wall, utterly exhausted.
The brutal sprint had torn his stitches, and fresh blood was seeping through his clothes.
“Reese, you need to patch this up,” Zeke groaned, gesturing to his side.
Reese hesitated, glancing back at Zachary. She didn’t trust the Solenian thug to watch their backs, fearing he would intentionally miss an approaching threat.
“Alright,” she murmured, unable to ignore Zeke’s agonizing pain.
Zeke and Reese went way back.
His cover identity as a local herdsman had allowed him to seamlessly funnel classified intel across the border for years.
Reese operated as his niece in their carefully constructed fake family.
The bond between them was forged in the fires of deep-cover espionage.
As Reese sterilized and re-bandaged the bleeding wounds, she paused, marveling
at the original sutures.
Claire’s surgical work was a masterpiece of flawless precision.
Reese shot a complex look at the sleeping girl.
“Once this girl arrives in Sundara, she’s going to change the
wonder
comman
Cornet
to risk
everything to acquire her!”
Capturing a target alive was infinitely more difficult than putting a bullet in their head.
If the Syndicate hadn’t been offered an astronomical payout, no one would have
dared infiltrate Solenia’s heavily fortified borders.
Operating in Solenia was a terrifying gauntlet for foreign spies.
The nation’s border security was
airtight, and smuggling
military grade hardware into the
country through normal chamel
was statistically impossible.
The sheer magnitude of the risk spoke volumes about the mission’s importance.
Yet, a quiet, nagging doubt lingered in Reese’s mind.
Would a genius of this caliber ever willingly submit to serving Sundara?
Prodigies were notoriously defiant.
Back at Silverpeak Aquatics, the
frantic staff were entirely consumed by loading their drugged coworker
into an ambulance, leaving the docks in complete chaos.
Not a single employee realized the motorized boat had vanished.
Leaning back against the hull, Zeke frowned, deeply unsettled by how effortlessly they had slipped away.
His paranoia spiked, but Reese waved it off.
“We stole that boat right out from under them because they were entirely focused on saving their friend’s life.”
“They completely missed their window to stop us, which handed us the perfect opportunity to vanish.”
Though Zeke’s instincts screamed that something was wrong, he didn’t push the issue.
They were closing in on the rendezvous point anyway.
Graves was a strategic god; he had undoubtedly mapped out a flawless extraction route.
All they had to do was follow the script.
“Did you encounter any hostiles?”
Graves, too, found the absolute silence deeply unsettling, breaking radio silence before they even reached the drop zone.
Reese quickly relayed the incident with the drugged park worker.
She confidently asserted that the ensuing medical panic had provided the ultimate smokescreen for their escape.
Graves stared at his encrypted screen, analyzing the variables.
Were the Solenian police truly that incompetent, entirely missing Reese’s trajectory?
Or had they tracked them perfectly, intentionally holding their fire to draw the entire Syndicate out of the shadows?
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