Shen runs his fingers through his hair. He fights his emotions, but Shen seems on the verge of ripping out his hair.
MJ says, “Where’s your package? I need it.”
Shen looks around, shocked and confused. “I had it, right before the shooting. I…I don’t know. It all happened so fast.”
Horror replaces sadness on MJ’s face. “That was the last one. None of us are safe now.”
Shen holds back tears. “They shot my brother, and all you’re worried about is yourself.”
MJ grabs both of Shen’s hands. She peers deep into his eyes. “I need a favor. The incapacitation clause is valid. File the paperwork before Renquist can react and we’ll finally take back Adaptive Unlimited.”
He pulls back his hands. “No. I have to say final goodbyes.”
MJ faces Agent Reynolds. She points at Shen. “As acting president
