CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Kent Steele is alive.”
The words ran through his head like a mantra, over and over. Kent Steele is alive. Kent Steele is alive. How strange it was that four seemingly simple words could raise such incredible ire, could make his blood boil and his lips curl involuntarily into a furious snarl.
Rais stood in front of the mirror in the dingy bathroom, his shirt off and draped over the shower rod. Two of the four light bulbs were burnt out in the vanity over the sink as he mixed bleach powder and peroxide in a small stainless steel bowl with a plastic spoon.
Amun had put the defector agent in direct contact with him. Rais did not know the agent’s name; within Amun they referred to him only as Agent One, a flippant codename based on his former teammate, the infamous Agent Z
