“My God . . .”
“Yes, she cut her hair, but she’s still alive, isn’t she?”
The colonel was beginning to hyperventilate.
“Calm down. I’m getting you out of here so you can help us find her—before your friends at the GRU do. She double-crossed them and the Green Brigade. She could be working for another organization more powerful than any we’ve encountered. Colonel, are you listening?”
He stared long and hard at the photograph, reaching out to it with his eyes. Eventually he looked up at her, those eyes now brimming with tears. “Yes, I will help you.”
Dennison called for the guards to open the door.
Outside, she dialed a number on her satellite phone. “Hello, Mr. President. He’s in. And no, I didn’t tell him everything. We’ll take it one step at a time.”
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