"Charlie, tell me the upload is done," Ian gritted out, ducking a wild shot from Volkov.
"You’re a dead man," Volkov sneered. "My men will peel the skin from your bones before you reach the lobby."
Create a for a new operative in this world No Time to Lie by Lexi Blake
The alarm in the Zurich penthouse didn’t sound like a siren; it was a low-frequency hum that vibrated in Ian Taggart’s marrow.
Ian didn't run for the balcony; he adjusted his cufflinks. "Change of plans. I'm not Julian anymore." "Charlie, tell me the upload is done," Ian
"Ninety-eight percent... ninety-nine... Ding! Light 'em up, Ian."
An hour later, stripped of the tuxedo and smelling of lake water, Ian climbed into the back of a nondescript van. Charlie was there, her laptop glowing in the dark. She didn't look up, but she reached out a hand, her fingers interlacing with his. Ian didn't run for the balcony; he adjusted his cufflinks
The safe clicked. Ian grabbed the drive, but as he turned to exit, the hum stopped. Silence was worse.