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Phase Two
Nadia Mishra strode along a dark, grey corridor. To the observer, she would have appeared confident. On the inside, she was shaking.
And just when she was starting to think everything was going smoothly for a change.
Her mobile had vibrated on her bedside table and woken her from a peaceful sleep. She’d thrown on a dark-blue trouser suit in the confined, stripped down space of her quarters. She'd arranged an appointment to see The Chairman. And now she followed an armed guard—two military police in dark-green fatigues. They led her down a series of corridors. In reality, they were tunnels, drilled by machine several years earlier, deep underground.
They came to a stop. A tall, broad female guard with red hair knocked on a door.
The door opened from the inside. A slim, Af
