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Escaped again.
Fury mixes with growing fear in my chest as I read the latest email from my contact.
They escaped, all of them, right from under Interpol’s nose.
Another minute, and Sokolov and his Russian friends would’ve been surrounded. Interpol could’ve gotten all four of them at once. Instead, they’re now in the air, on their way to f**k knows where.
And that’s not to mention Kent’s successful escape to Esguerra’s compound in the sss jungle, which even the Colombian government considers impenetrable.
If they all have a chance to regroup, I’m f****d—because by now, they’re bound to have figured out what went down and how.
Taking a breath to control a surge of panic, I begin composing an email to my CIA contact.
There’s still time to intercept Sokolov’s plane.
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