Chapter Eight
Hélio shifted in his seat. ‘Am I in trouble?’
Olesya put some sheets of paper on the table between them. ‘You have been for quite some time now.’
He nodded. ‘Is this where it ends?’
‘It’s where you start telling the truth.’
He looked out the window. They always did.
‘What do you see?’ Olesya asked.
‘Convulsions.’ He glanced at the papers on the table, then met her gaze. ‘I’m not here for the kill switch.’
She said nothing. She wanted him to talk, and he seemed willing.
‘You can save your time, I already know it’s real.’ He pointed to her papers on the table. ‘The kill switch.’
‘And how do you know that?’
‘Because,’ he said, sitting upright. ‘I’m the one who discovered it. It wasn’t intentional, I was digging around inside the genome of this Fifth Column operative.
