She found him in the control room, a rotund man in an ill-fitting suit, sweating through his shirt. Two guards. One by the door, vaping. Another by the window, scanning the yard with a rifle that cost more than his monthly salary.
“Package intercepted. The thorn has been applied. I need a clean-up crew at the old thermal plant.” Agent 17 Red Rose HOT-
She slid the garrote between her teeth, drew a silenced pistol, and fired twice. Phut. Phut. The guards dropped in synchronized silence, one clutching a leaky e-cig, the other never knowing what hit him. She found him in the control room, a