"Do you normally make-out with the people you're hired to kill? It doesn't strike me as very professional."
"Put the gun down," Gabriel panted, not answering her.
"Why on earth would I do that?"
"Because you're not going to shoot me," Gabriel rep...
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Ashlyn had worked straight through and finished her edits in only 18 hours. Henry came back to check on her every couple of hours as she had worked. Her surroundings changed - various members of his tech team came to watch her, staring at her as though she were a god incarnate, and more than a few times he caught Alexander bothering her - but the one constant was her, typing furiously, completely oblivious to any of her observers.
She had sent for her father as soon as she had finished. But before Henry had even made it back to her, she had collapsed on a sofa in the corner of the room. Fortunately, one of his tech team was there and able to walk him through what his daughter had done. It was better than hearing Ashlyn explain it herself, the awe and amazement in the man's voice as he reviewed her work filling Henry with pride. His daughter was a genius.
Henry dismissed the tech team members who were still in the computer lab, leaving him alone with his sleeping daughter. As he sipped from a bottle of water while watching Ashlyn rest, his thoughts drifted to the world they were going to rule together. A lazy smile spread across his face.
The smile disappeared as soon as Sievert appeared.
"I have bad news, sir," the man told him.
"What is it?" Henry asked, unconcerned.
"We've found the rest of them."
"I'm assuming you're going to explain why that's bad news."
Sievert took a deep breath before continuing. "According to an inside source, Levi Laurent, Rin Kimura, and Luis and Carmen Martinez are with the FBI."
"And?"
"They have files, sir. Files on Project Revelation."
Henry paused. How was that possible? Ashlyn had the files from Huxley's computer, but they had recovered the flash drive containing the files after they took her. It wouldn't make sense that the others still had access to the files. Unless...
His daughter had duplicated the files. But why wouldn't she have told him about that?
It didn't matter. He would figure that out later. For now, he had to decide what to do about the FBI potentially knowing his plans.
"Move everything up," he instructed, formulating a new plan quickly. "Alexander claims his people are already in position. If that's true, we should have no problem launching in six hours. Find Alexander and Glen and send them to the conference room."
"Yes sir," Sievert replied, turning to leave.
"Wait," Henry commanded, stopping him. "You didn't mention Carter. Where is the boy?"
"He's at the Cedar Grove psychiatric hospital," Sievert answered. "Do you want me to send someone to get him?"
"Not yet," Henry replied. "But I want someone to get me a video feed of him in the hospital and send it to my email."
