CHAPTER 72
Ryle had not slept either. He had spent the mandatory “rest and recover” period meticulously re-bandaging his shoulder, recalibrating his comms system, and reviewing contingency plans.
But the true battle was in his head.
He walked to the window of his stark quarters, overlooking the illuminated outdoor training facility. He knew, with the cold certainty of a seasoned operative, exactly where Lauren would be. She was predictable in her discipline; when Agent Lowe was emotionally compromised, she relied on brute physical exertion to purge the weakness.
He saw her below—a small, furious figure running with a terrifying, self-destructive intensity.
Ryle watched her sprint until her body nearly failed, the sight tightening the muscles in his jaw. The clinical part of his mind
