EKKO BARELY MADE IT to the armchair in her room before her legs gave out on her. She caught herself and lowered herself onto the cushion. She drew her legs up tight against her chest and turned her head toward the window. This far up she couldn't see directly down, but the flashing lights of emergency responders created a colorful display across her ceiling.A man was dead.She didn't know for certain if the person who'd left the envelope for her was the one who'd died, but she also didn't believe in coincidence.Who was that person? Did they know what they'd died for?She'd always known this plan was dangerous. Her parents and others had warned her that the things she said on camera could make her a target. It was widely known that DSS executioners sometimes killed people who spoke out. Part of the reason she'd made sure to plant her in front of any camera willing to film her was to protect herself.Knowing it was dangerous and experiencing it were two very different things.Ekk
SILAS HAD OFTEN WISHED for silence and peace during this job. Too bad he had to get his wish this morning. Nearly seven hours of nothing since getting out of bed in the early morning hours and driving toward the border.There were no flights in or out of Dauria that weren't military. The exception was the presidential plane that hadn't taken flight for five years that anyone knew of. Which meant the only way in or out of Dauria was to drive. So drive they did.Of all the stupid shit that had come out of his mouth over the years, why did he have to tell Ekko he didn't like her? How juvenile was that?The immediate problem had been that he'd enjoyed kissing her far too much. And in that moment he'd liked her quite a lot. But those words had popped out as a way to stop himself from giving into the chemistry bubbling between them.He'd had a job to do. She was possibly still in danger from a threat she wouldn't tell him about. And that didn't include getting involved with Ekko. But he
PASLEY STARED AT THE bridge and the drama unfolding there. In truth, there was nothing abnormal about what was going on. Any vehicle that crossed into Dauria had to be gone over and all the occupant's passports and documents checked. Typically visitors also had their luggage examined, but the United Nations team wouldn't have to go through that until they'd reached the military check-point, and even then Pasley figured the check would be done without the UN team's knowledge.Pasley had been listening to everything their superiors had said about this process for the last year. He wasn't sure how it had begun or why, but it was a hotly contested matter among their hierarchy.Truth be told, Pasley wasn't entirely sure what the United Nations even was. According to the news, the UN was a governing body slowly corrupting the rest of the world by enforcing immoral laws on other, less morally sound nations. If Pasley wasn't DSS, if he didn't spend time outside Dauria, he might believe that
EKKO SAID A BRIEF prayer to whatever god was listening that the United Nations team saw through the bullshit. No doubt whoever was escorting the team around the country would have chosen areas and people for this purpose, to make the citizens look as happy as possible. She wouldn't be surprised to learn if there'd been casting calls. Nothing shocked her when it came to Dauria anymore.They had an agenda to push. If she believed the dreck on their national news, Dauria was one of the last bastions of morality in the world.Yeah fucking right.She tightened her hands into fists, eyes tracking the UN team she'd come to know personally over the last few days. Two were chatting with one of the guards while the others took pictures, likely a selfie and said goodbye to their last unfettered access to the outside world. From here on out they were on the Daurian networks, and those were all monitored and locked down.The crowd seemed to breathe a collective breath as the UN people were load
WHAT THE FUCK?Silas kept close to Ekko's back watching over his shoulder. He had a hand on his weapon ready to draw it if need be.In the span of five minutes everything had gone to hell. That sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that another shoe was going to drop hadn't expected this.This wasn't a shoe dropping. It was a hundred pound weight, crushing everything under it."We need to move faster," he said. "Those border guards aren't carrying anything more than a nine mil and the Daurians are packing real fire power."More yelling had Silas glancing back.All of the Mongolian guards were now out of sight, likely on the bridge.Then there was everyone else.The camera crews had reacted first. Now, cameras were aimed at them, catching whatever this was on film. A few were keeping pace with Silas' group. For the first time since he'd seen Ekko, she wasn't paying the cameras any attention. She stared straight ahead and walked as fast as the man at her side could.The protest
IGNEY TRIED THE DRIVER'S side door.It opened. No resistance. No lock. Nothing.He stepped aside as he swung the door open revealing an empty seat.No traps. No one waiting for them.He reached out and placed his hand on the seat.The material was cool to the touch just like the hood of the van. If their targets were smart, they'd have stopped and gotten out immediately. It's what Igney would have done were their roles reversed.He and Pasley had circled the town on their bikes, but after finding no sight of the van they'd doubled back. They'd wasted forty-five minutes finding the van. In forty-five minutes a trained person could make it quite a ways.He didn't think Ekko had that kind of training, but they still didn't know much about the man shadowing her everywhere. The one who'd given Igney a concussion last night.Someday he'd find this man and peel the skin from his body.Pasley opened the other doors, going through the odds and ends left in the van."Anything?" Igney a
EKKO STARED OUT OF the window watching the scenery fly by. She desperately needed everything to slow down, if only for a moment, so she could think. Her thoughts were whizzing by just like the countryside."When's the last time you ate?"She glanced at Silas leaning toward Chayan. Silas was her wild card. She hadn't known what he'd do or react when things started happening. Deep down she hadn't expected him to stick with them. She was rather impressed that he had. And glad. Damn her.Once more she wished she'd done things different. He could have helped her. Now she didn't dare deviate from their path."I don't know," Chayan mumbled.Silas glanced at her.Busted."We need to get food. Is there somewhere on this thing we can eat?" he asked."I think there's a café stand. It won't have much." She'd seen a map or something with that on there."Okay." Silas grimaced. "Chayan stay here and lock the door. Don't open for anyone who isn't me. Ekko, you'll have to come with me."She f
SILAS DIDN'T EXACTLY FEEL good about their plan by the time they reached the Ulaanbaatar train station, but at least he had a plan. He'd exchanged a few texts with Zain before taking his phone apart. It was enough that his boss knew about the developing situation and with the home office's support they'd get out of this. Somehow.Of all the jobs to go it alone on, why this one?He glanced over his shoulder at Chayan. The man had slept a bit on the train. He still looked as though he were about to drop from exhaustion. If they had to run Silas doubted Chayan would be able to keep up. They needed to go to ground and rest for the night. All three of them needed a hot meal and a real change of clothes. He and Chayan had swapped out their jackets and got a couple hats and scarves at a small shop not far from the station, but that wasn't enough change. A trained operative would still spot them. Even Ekko's clothes looked too much like her.Oddly, she hadn't hesitated when it came to dumpi