Training.
Years of training.
My body moves before I consciously think.
Pivot.
Elbow strike.
Disarm.
The knife slides free from his vest sheath into my hand automatically.
Then I drive it straight into his throat.
The operative collapses instantly at my feet.
Silence crashes through my head.
Oh God.
I stare down at the knife in my hand.
The precision.
The speed.
The instinct.
Not survival.
Training.
Survival training.
My stomach twists violently.
Clay reaches me immediately.
“Hannah—”
“I didn’t even think.”
My voice shakes hard now.
“It just happened.”
Wu’s voice suddenly returns through the speakers.
Soft.
Satisfied.
“Excellent response time.”
Rage detonates inside Clay so fast I physically feel it beside me.
He turns toward the nearest speaker with murder in his eyes.
