"Lucky, stop," I commanded, but he kept walking toward Viktor's voice.
The water was ankle-deep now and rising fast. My family huddled together as the flood swept through the tunnel system.
"He is going to die anyway if we do nothing," Lucky called back. "At least this way you survive."
"No one dies today," Elena said sharply. She pulled a device from her coat that looked like a military radio. "Viktor, this is your mother. I have a counter-proposal."
Viktor's laughter echoed through the speakers. "Mother, you have nothing left to bargain with."
"I have the Moscow files."
The laughter stopped immediately.
"What Moscow files?" I demanded.
Elena's smile was cold as winter. "Every Russian operation on American soil for the past thirty years. Every agent, every target, every government
