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Saudi Arabia
Driver received a painful dig in the back from the muzzle of Graf’s handgun. He’d seen fit to join two of Kovac’s men and escort her personally out of the atrium.
Entering another corridor, she heard the whir of a large fan and the buzz of electronic equipment. The sound was coming from her immediate left. A server room with a free-standing steel fan blowing cool air on wall-to-wall stacks of servers.
The entire place had the feel of a hastily assembled facility. A pop-up cell they’d moved into fast, and didn’t plan on being in for long.
Driver saw an opportunity and stopped outside the server room. She swayed on the spot. Graf barked at her to continue. Yet Driver fell to her left and slid to the seat of her pants in the doorway of the room.
Graf was impatient. Order
