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Vanya ran, covering the whole circuit, the outer ring of their surveillance. Just a check, Paskia had said—a way of ensuring the plan was on track.
The woman had worked hard, and Vanya was impressed with how she’d got so many of the mercenaries on-board. There had been arguments, but Paskia remained calm, never raised her voice. And she never made promises, Vanya noticed. When some of those thugs pushed to have things their own way, she simply said she’d see what she could do, offered them a sweet smile, and continued working on the plan.
Two rings of surveillance, outer and inner, with watchers at regular intervals. The net wasn’t as tight as Vanya would have liked—and, from their private conversation, she knew Paskia had the same concerns—but it was the best they coul
