Chapter Forty-Seven
Sophia found the Vector labs unguarded. There was one main entrance and it happened to be a bottleneck, flanked with equipment once used to program and torture her as a child. A chill crept across her shoulder blades.
With one hand securing her P90, she pulled a stolen Blue Beret pistol from her holster, pulled the slide back and put the safety catch on. c****d and locked. She offered it to Benito. It was a Browning Hi-Power; bulky but it would do.
Benito shook his head.
‘Take it.’ She planted it in his hand.
His fingers closed unwillingly over the grip. She pointed out the safety catch. All he needed to do was take it off and he was ready to fire. He didn’t seem too impressed by that, but didn’t have a choice.
She checked her watch: 04:08.
Four minutes until Den
