Having parents like that was a curse to whoever got stuck with them!
But this was no time for sympathy.
Tycho wasn't looking at Claire like she was a girl; he was looking at her like a pile of solid gold.
Capturing this target alive was going to make him incredibly rich.
It was no wonder everyone in the Syndicate had fought tooth and nail for this assignment.
Even a thrill-seeking psychopath like Felicity hadn't wanted to pass up an opportunity like this.
And certainly not Tycho.
Tycho was notoriously greedy.
He had been born in Solenia but raised and trained in Sundara. He needed money—desperately.
His younger sister suffered from a rare, astronomically expensive disease. A single injection cost millions of dollars.
She needed that injection every two months.
That was millions upon millions of dollars just for the medication.
Factoring in the exorbitant specialized care she required, he had to clear well over ten million a year just to keep her breathing.
Ever since he completed his training, Tycho was either executing a mission or traveling to the next one.
He never showed mercy to his targets.
He did it for the money, and he did it for his sister.
Her life was held hostage by the Syndicate. He didn't have the luxury of saying no.
Because the Syndicate held that absolute leverage over him, Felicity trusted him entirely.
"Tycho, take her and go. We split the bounty fifty-fifty!"
Initially, Felicity had planned to claim the glory for herself.
But given the current mess, cooperating seemed like the smarter play.
"I'll give you half, assuming you survive this!"
Tycho sneered.
They were partners, but they were also vicious competitors.
The Syndicate's hierarchy demanded constant mission completion to rank up. Higher ranks meant better payouts.


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