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Geneva, Switzerland
‘Talk about short straws,’ moaned Rios, sprawling forward with her arms on the meeting room table. ‘What are you gonna do?’
‘I’m going to go,’ Driver replied, thinking it a dumb question.
Wells’ chair creaked as he leaned back and crossed his arms. ‘It’s a bad idea.’
‘I thought you’d be delighted at the prospect,’ Driver sniped, failing to bite her tongue in time.
Wells brushed off the snark. ‘For one thing, there’s no guarantee Kovac will keep his end of the deal.’
‘And for another, it’s a suicide mission,’ added Lim, slow-pacing the far end of the room.
‘We don’t know that for sure,’ Driver replied. ‘And we’re not exactly flush with options.’
‘If I were you, I’d ask for more of the big bickies,’ Pope remarked, rubbing thumb and finger together. ‘Suicide mo
