Our appearance had to remain neutral, concealed by dozens of other black market agents busy negotiating the prices of nickel or explosives. But carrying a small child, tightly wrapped in my arms—even sedated—was the highest tactical liability.
"Juri, Dahlia's status is stable. I've used the stabilizers. But she needs to be moved to the safest clinical area on this island. Cypher wants her alive; he'll send a doctor if I find her," I said. My words were laced with bitterness. I was using Dahlia's weakness as a negotiating tool, something I'd never imagined doing.
"Objective: Lazarus Annex. It's not a lab, Jax, but Quarantine Unit A-3—like a Clinical Hotel for Cypher's clients. The first negotiations will take place there. We've tagged the Annex operational supervisor, a man named Fernando
