Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake
Then, she opened her mouth.
“X-ray, Tango, Niner, Zero, Delta,” she said. Her voice was monotone, a perfect imitation of a radio transmission.
“What?” I blinked, confused. “Luna, what are you saying? Speak to me in English, honey.”
“Alpha, Sierra, Kilo. The perimeter is breached. Target identified,” she continued, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere over my shoulder. It wasn't Russian. It wasn't English. It was a…code! The high-level encryption I had stolen from Cyprian.
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