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Oxford, England. 6.15pm
Morgan watched as Jake’s chest rose and fell smoothly as he breathed. The hospital room was much quieter than before, as most of the monitoring instruments were gone now Jake had recovered enough to be revived from the artificial coma. Martin had already been in and Morgan was desperate to wake Jake and talk, but that was just selfish. He needed rest, not her angst. Jake lay on his back, and although his face was thinner, he no longer looked like a corpse.
She sat on the chair by his bed, closing her eyes, grateful for the peace and quiet.
It had been a long day of debriefing in London, because the destruction of Abu Simbel meant that ARKANE had had to come up with a convincing story. Morgan had sat in Director Marietti’s office sipping thick, black coffee al
