lare of the streetlights. She faced

d. He aimed his assault rifle dir

ady. Now," he ordered, his fin

ht hand. She was ho

embedded in the top edge of the device. A beam of concentrated light shot out

cenary leader's secret offshore bank account balances, followed

ecorded, encrypted conversation of the leade

le. The blood drained from his cheeks. He l

ur cartel employer in exactly sixty seconds

d your survival probability if you proce

e damning video on the van, then at Aura's c

n, slashing his hand through th

back into their vehicles, tire

earing the street and disappe

treet went dark again. She put her

ack into the SUV, cl

tterly stunned, his chest heaving, deeply suspi

on the steering wheel, drove the

gated Sterling estate in the

nd unreadable. He pointed a finger at Aura. "Stay

ay, his broad back disap

slammed the heavy mahogany door shut and locked the dead

racing with terrifying questions about th

ensors had already mapped the sweeping cycles of the estate's security cameras and the blind spots of the infrared motion det

at Axel's seco

e fingers into the microscopic

with terrifying, spider-like speed, her synt

er pale fingertips into the microscopic seam of the frame, applying a sudden, immense rotational torque. The

hirtless, to see Aura stepping c