“Mr. Hardy, line one,” called Justin’s assistant over the intercom.
Justin was looking at some photos of him and Anna, they took them before she left for military training, and he grabbed the phone and pushed line one.
“Hardy.”
“Mr. Hardy, we have a serious problem.”
Justin sat straight up. It was the general.
“Project A is gone. She dug out her tracker.”
Justin looked at the computer screen and saw the tracker blinking in the same spot on route-seventy-one.
“Well, general, wouldn’t now be a great time to tell me who patient three four nine is?”
“I’m sorry, sir, her name has been classified. I can not access those files.”
“Who can?” asked Justin.
There was a long pause, and Justin frowned.
“Who can access those files?”
“Mr. Maverick, sir.”
Justin slammed the phone down. He kne
