SEVENTY
Dr. Li kneeled outside the control room door on the top level of the base’s security tower with Jun at his side, both of them listening to the chaos breaking out across the base below. Jun cleaned her knife —she’d just slit the throat of the PLA guard at the base of the tower—and sheathed it in her ankle holster.
Their return to the atoll base would be brief—just long enough to recover Li’s samples. After poisoning the party official, they had taken refuge on Pengjia, an uninhabited islet under Taiwan military control, along with other members of Li’s team who’d helped them escape Beijing. But taking refuge, hiding out, was not a viable long-term solution—not for a man like Li, nor a woman like Jun. Thankfully, Jun already had a new destination—Russia—and a new patron lined up. A
