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bed but one is naked and crawling around, dragging her swollen belly on the floor as she goes.

Another is slumped in a corner, head slack and tilted to the side. Maybe she’s sleeping, but I doubt

it.

I turn to the woman and hand her the drive. “Put it all on here.”

She takes the drive without comment and plugs it into the computer.

“And when I say all of it? I mean all of it.”

“It’s going to take a while. There’s a lot of data here.”

I stare at her for a moment. Then change my mind. “You know what? You’re right.”

And then I shoot her in the head, take my drive back, and then proceed to unplug all the hard drives

and throw them into a backpack lying on the floor.

People are screaming now. All of them.

Because they know.

They know what they did.

They know who I am.

They know what’s coming next.

I leave that place with the backpack filled with hard drives, the young girl in half a hazmat suit,

and Logan.

“You can’t leave it like this,” the girl is saying. “You can’t leave it. Those women will die. And I

was only here to—”

I stop on the path back to the beach and shake her by the arm. “They’re already dead,” I snarl in her

face. “I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you or you’ll end up like your coworkers back

there.”

Two of Logan’s men have come back to join us so I hand her off to one of them and say, “Tie her up and take her back to the yacht. If she gives you any trouble, throw her over the side and let her swim.”

Then Logan and I push past them and make our way to the beach.

The first thing I see is Megan lying on the sand and she’s been stripped down to her tank top and

shorts.

“What the fuck?” I ask.

The only other woman on the team is standing over her when I approach. “She fainted. Probably

from the heat. So we took her clothes off, but then she came to and started slugging people, so we

gave her a sedative. She’ll be out for another few hours, at least.”