he edge of the stiff mattress and grabbed the remote
seum in Manhattan. The banner at the bottom of the scree
of the artifacts. Helen's stoma
destal was an intricat
rta had carried it everyw
ncrypted micro-laptop. She booted it up, her fingers flying across the keys in
d transferred the Lotus Box to the mus
lse bottom of that box was the biological
shut. She wasn't going
ght, light-absorbing black tactical suit. S
copper drainpipe. She slid down the three stories in seconds, her boots hitting the gras
ouched on the roof o
haft. She crawled until she reached the main security junction
. Ten seconds later, the infrared laser grid in the hal
the marble floor in a silent forward r
lind spots of the security cameras, d
al laser from her belt and pressed it against the electronic lock. Ther the faint glow of emergency lights. In the center of t
utter from her pocket. As she raise
n marble. Someone was coming th
elted into the deep shadows behin
ently. Four men in black tactic
ers filled the doorway. He moved with a heav
the sharp angle of his jaw. Helen
y. The man she had drug
n to spread out. He was looking for some
hand tightened around the
out from under his nose wit
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