Chapter Forty-Three
Sophia leaned against the wall in a dark, disused sub-level. The anxious breaths of her comrades circled her in symphony. She checked the countdown on her watch. Cecilia would be arriving at the facility in nine minutes, with the expectation that Sophia had captured Denton.
And she hadn’t.
It wasn’t Denton’s fault. He’d just done what any good-for-nothing psychopath did best. Screw everyone else over. But the least she could do was not make it easy for him. Sophia felt responsible for Leoncjusz’s death, and now she would feel responsible for the deaths of every single person on the planet that she cared about. Her team. Cecilia. Benito. Even those knuckleheads Damien and Jay, who’d proved that she wasn’t the only operative who could break her programming without inte
