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“Where do you suppose he’ll take her?” With Google maps in front of me, I calculate how far they could have gotten by now.
“If it were me, I’d take her to Logan.”
“Go.” After checking the time, I check in with Slate and he promises to put out an Amber Alert.
With that, I figure we’ll find her but one thought keeps eating at me. “She’s smart. She’ll try to buy me some time.”
“If she wants to survive, she has to convince Romanoff she can give him what he wants.” My friend steps on the gas pedal as I open the glove compartment and reload my weapon.
“Crikes! I think I know where she is. It’s her lab.”
I call Slate. “We’re turning around, heading back to MIT. Get everyone out of her lab.”
