CHAPTER 89
The lead Executioner took a heavy step forward, the mud squelching under his tactical boot. He did not see an Agent; he saw a liability—a piece of Kazlov’s legacy that needed to be pruned from the Organization’s garden.
"Lauren Lowe," the Executioner’s voice boomed through his helmet’s external speakers. "By the authority of the High Council, your status is revoked. You are a biological and political hazard. Final clearance has been granted."
Lauren stared at the silver tag in her hand. Run, Loser. Ryle hadn't been warning her about Maxim or Valerius. He had been warning her about the very people who had trained her. He had known the moment she was identified as a Kazlov heir, her own people would become her executioners.
"Wait," Lauren rasped, her fingers closing tight arou
