Chapter 42 The Aftermath

• That was all the time the second wave of agents needed. They swarmed the tent, weapons drawn. Varga, disoriented and choking, was overwhelmed, tackled to the ground and subdued in a violent flurry of bodies.
• The silence that followed was ringing, broken only by the ragged gasps of the agents and Alexander’s coughing where he lay on the floor.
• I stood frozen, the empty syringe still clutched in my hand, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I looked from Varga, being cuffed and read his rights, to Alexander, who was pushing himself up on his elbows, his eyes wild as they searched for me.