Kazimir felt his fists ball painfully against the leather gloves as his superheated anger spiked again. That b***h's gall! Using his own office to not only stage her farcical ascension, but to publish his whole life medical history and genetic markers down to the last nucleic acid. And then on top of that the wretch had attached all that to the bounty on his head, like he was some common criminal.
It was a travesty he would rectify brutally.
She would suffer.
He would just wait a little longer, remaining carefully patient.
Number Four pulled to the left a number of meters to his front. Cristos slowed his pace as the surveillance tech expert stood to his toes and leaned forward into the wall across from a door. He pressed a molted black device up into the black mold and water stain
