Prologue

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"C'mon, c'mon," I muttered; my hands were trembling as I tried to open the safe. "Why isn't it working?"

Distinctly, I could hear an alarm being raised. No good. So much for my so-called 'foolproof entry'. I need to get this, and fast. My mind raced as I tried the safe again. The screen flashed red and buzzed. It read "INCORRECT. 1 TRY REMAINING."

"What's your status?"

I ignored the question. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. "Please, please, please..." I let out a sigh of relief when the screen flashed green and opened. I stuffed the contents in my jacket pocket, then whirled around to the exit.

"Come on, talk to me! Do you have it? Are you okay?" I could barely hear my contact over the static and interference.

"Yeah," I said under my breath. "Yeah, I got it. Getting out is the hard part."

"You know what your options are. Stay safe."

I shuddered involuntarily; the way he'd phrased it had sounded so ominous. I rushed toward to the door I'd come in, but upon opening it, I found myself staring straight into the barrel of a gun. I stopped dead in my tracks and gulped.

"My, my," mocked the man behind the gun, "what have we here?"



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