"You want me to die," I said to X-Three as federal agents closed in around us. "Publicly. Convincingly. How?"
"Quantum dissolution. The same thing killing Grace before I cured her. Except controlled. Witnessed. Recorded. You scatter into probability clouds in front of two hundred federal agents. They document your death. File reports. Close the case on Eva Morrison. And you—" X-Three pulled out a device I did not recognize, "—you get reconstituted somewhere X-One and X-Two cannot track. Somewhere they think you cannot be because you are officially dead."
"That is insane—"
"That is survival. X-One specializes in surveillance. X-Two specializes in assassination. Together they have made you the most watched, most targeted person on the planet. But dead people are invisible. Dead people can
