check-in deadline passed with no contact from their master, the computers shifted operations.
The Information Merchant had been an honest man as far as spies went. He'd found information and he'd handed it over for the agreed price. He'd never held anyone to ransom, never used what he'd discovered for blackmail. It was bad for business.
However, he knew that not everyone was like him. So he'd made contingency plans - he saw no reason to maintain the faith with anyone who would kill him. Five seconds after the final deadline, his computers sent comprehensive details of his last employer - the Human Alliance - the information he'd found, and the plans of his associates to the Council.
But the computers didn't stop there. The Merchant had decided to leave a mark on the world. A second set of data, this one limited to the details of the other plans he'd managed to unearth, was sent to media stations in the affected areas, the information routed through servers around the world to confuse the trail.
Only after those tasks were complete did the computers begin the total erasure of their files. Ten minutes later, the Information Merchant truly was dead.
Chapter 52
Mercy was in the car on the way to the isolated warehouse that Bowen and his people were currently evacuating, when her phone rang. "Sage? What is it? Is Grey - "
"It's not Sage," said an unfamiliar female voice. "It's Clara, from CTX. I'm using Sage's office line. I knew he'd have your number as a quickcode - "
"Slow down, kitten," Mercy said over the girl's rapid speed. Clara, she recalled, was a human intern. A very young one. "What do you need me for?"
"An e-fax came through a minute ago and I can't find anyone - " A pause, the sound of air being gulped. "Sorry. I'm just freaked. There are probably people here but I thought you should know - the fax says there's going to be a bomb going off in the city in half an hour. Exactly 7:32 a.m."
Mercy sat up. "Details?"
When Clara read them off, Mercy blew out a breath. "Anything else?"
"It says the Human Alliance is behind this and other fatal attacks around the world, and asks for a boycott of their businesses in protest. Shall I send the fax to your phone?"
"Yes." She shot it to both Hawke and Lucas as soon as it landed in her in-box. "And, Clara - good call."
Hanging up on the relieved girl, she turned to Riley. "Floor it. We have a deadline."
Riley did as asked, and they made it to Bowen's group in plenty of time. Warned by Mercy, the team had cleared out with military precision. Though Bowen was pissed.
"How the fuck did they get a bomb inside?" Near-black eyes narrowed. "It had to be one of us, someone they turned."
The tiny Eurasian woman beside him frowned. "We can't know that."
"Where the hell is Claude then? I haven't seen him for twenty-four hours."
Mercy left them arguing in low voices and headed over to rejoin Riley. "Chance of collateral damage?" she asked, looking around in the unexpectedly cloudy morning light. At least the fog was manageable, barely licking at their ankles.
Riley shook his head. "None. Other warehouses are empty. Bowen and his team swept them for vagrants on their way out, and I did a second sweep."
"Good." She rubbed her forehead. "Bomb squad's setting up now - they might be able to find and disarm the device using one of their bots."
Glancing around to ensure that everyone was out of the danger zone, he nudged her to follow. "We need to clear the perimeter."
As they walked, Mercy could sense his wolf clawing at the surface of his skin. Her leopard wasn't much better. But she knew it was worse for him. It was just the way nature worked - the mating dance could push a predatory changeling male close to insanity. Riley was holding it together. For her.
And for a wolf changeling of his possessive, intensely protective nature to fight the instincts of his beast . . . it had to be a trip through hell itself.
I wish I could fix it so I'd be the one who'd have to leave my pack.
It had been no false promise. She knew he'd do it if it was in any way possible. Riley would give up everything to keep her from being hurt.
He's got a heart as big as Texas - he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to