The explosion came at 2:47 AM.Anya bolted upright in the too-soft bed, training overriding grogginess. The window rattled. Gunfire, automatic weapons, at least three positions. She was moving before her conscious mind caught up, grabbing the jeans she'd left folded on the chair.No time for the bra. Sports bra, shirt, boots. Fifteen seconds.The door burst open. Alexei, shirtless, gun already drawn. "Stay...""How many?" She was already at the window, eyes scanning the tree line. Muzzle flashes. Four positions. No, five."What the fuck are you...get away from the..."Another explosion, closer. The east wing. She saw the fireball reflected in Alexei's eyes, saw him make the calculation. Not enough men. Too many entry points."Where's Dimitri?" Her voice was steady. Cool. The voice that had gotten her through Kandahar, through Somalia, through everywhere the Agency had sent their best ghost.Alexei stared at her. Really stared, seeing past the omega facade for the first time. "South c
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