CHAPTER THIRTY
Fifteen minutes after leaving a message for the USS Constitution, Zero stood in the Third Street Garage with five others. Strickland had arrived, and he wasn’t alone; Maria and Sanders had managed to escape the clutches of the Division, though not entirely unscathed. Maria had an oblong purple bruise down the side of her face that she didn’t seem keen to discuss. Along with Bixby and Watson, these five were the only people in the world that he felt he could trust with his secrets, his lies, and his life—outside of a trio holed up in rural Nebraska.
Zero explained as quickly as he could all he knew, from Pierson’s refusal to go to war to the alleged attempt on the president’s life that would occur in short order. Sanders immediately borrowed Bixby’s laptop and logged into h
