The elevator rises slowly, like it knows we're in no hurry to reach the top.Celeste stands beside me, her hand in mine, her breathing deliberately even. Hana is behind us, checking her weapon, her earpiece, the small camera she'll use to document everything Adrian says."You're quiet," Celeste says."I'm thinking.""About?""About how we got here." I look at the floor numbers climbing — 4, 5, 6. "Six months ago, I was sitting in a bar in Barcelona, counting the money I had left and wondering if I should take the job.""Adrian's job.""Adrian's job." I turn to face her. "He said it would be simple. Infiltrate. Seduce. Extract. Three months, maybe four. Then disappear.""You're not very good at disappearing.""I'm not very good at staying, either." I squeeze her hand. "But I'm learning."The elevator doors open.---Room 712 looks the same as before.Same door. Same shadows. Same feeling of walking into something you can't see the edges of.Hana positions herself near the stairwell, ou
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