From Pawn to Phoenix: The Ultimate Comeback
eyes scanning the moonlit pass. Apex Global Strategies, her employer, wanted this route secured. Three days. Three days until
omething felt off. A flicker of movement where
Viper One. Status?" she
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ad seeped
eft, where Viper Two should have been. Gunfire erupted from
" Sarah yelled, returning fire, her movements pr
re bein
ime. She pushed a rookie ope
ng flash of light and unimaginable
eaming, or trying
ital. Pain, immense and terrifying, consumed he
ker, can y
Her legs. She coul
e. Marcus Thorne, CEO of Apex, had been on the tarmac when the
dsome face pale, his eyes wide with a h
e complex fractures. Nerve dama
ess. His calls
ognosis, his lawyer calle
Sarah's former sorority sister from Georgetown. They were laughing, stepping out of a tren
rp as the memory of the explosion. Her fiancé,
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