Chapter 227 Preparation
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The emotional whiplash was 100 much. George wasn’t built for directness. He was comfortable with the thin, lukewarm connections he’d always had, the kind that kept everyone at arm’s length.
He was used to being dismissed. Having someone barrel into his arms and say “I care about you” left him genuinely flustered.
He patted her back in slow, steady beats, like calming a cat with its fur standing on end. “What is going on with you?”
While George was still trying to figure it out, Maya lifted her head, clasped her hands together, and jumped topics at breakneck speed, her wide eyes fixed on him. “Would you kill someone for me?”
George tilted his head and thought back. “I actually already killed someone for you. Back at Harmony, not long after we met.”
So yes. Obviously he would.
Maya broke into a grin. “Great. I’d kill someone for you too.”
What kind of conversation was this?
He studied her sideways, increasingly convinced something was off. Maya mirrored his tilted head and kept going. “Your friend or me. Who’s more important?”
“You.”
Maya lit up. “Perfect. Oh, and you’re meeting up with your friend soon, right? When you guys are hanging out, talk about me.
“Tell him I’ve decided to follow in Mom’s footsteps. Going around causing chaos and destruction. Okay, good night. I’m really looking forward to hearing how that conversation goes.”
She’d heard every word of George and Liam’s conversation last time.
Before George had left, she’d slipped both a tracker and a tiny listening device onto his clothes. Someone
r like Liam was easy to read.
If George actually mentioned that his little sister planned to “follow in Mom’s footsteps,” Liam would lose it. He’d go off on her right to George’s face, guaranteed.
In Liam’s righteous worldview, a Clark kid was born evil.
Maya wanted to see what would happen when George and Liam’s opposing views collided head–on, when the argument was about her. She wanted to know how the plot would shift.
She was looking forward to it.
But Liam could wait. He wasn’t the priority. The real threat was the sniper.
Maya ran through the day’s plan in her head, confirmed that George was safe and breathing, and turned to
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Teave. “Good night.”
George still felt something was wrong. He caught her arm. “Hold on. How do you know we’re meeting up?”
Everything about her was strange. The rapid–fire speech, the manic energy, the sense that she was running through a checklist against a deadline.
But Maya had already shoved him back into his room and yanked the door shut.
“Stay up too late and you’ll never grow tall.”
Back in her own room, Maya leaned against the door for a moment, steadying herself. Then she unzipped her backpack and dumped out all the cash.
Buried underneath it was a modified handgun, a gift from Raymond.
She tucked it into her jacket pocket.
Then she started sorting through what she knew.
Sniper. Sixth floor. The man had said there was a sniper positioned on the sixth floor.
She didn’t know which direction, didn’t know which window. She’d need to set up surveillance ahead of
time.
Maya opened her door and stepped into the hallway. The base was quiet, everyone asleep. She walked to the first door and knocked.
“Open up, open up, open up!”
A young woman in a nightgown appeared, hair loose, face still creased with sleep, squinting down at her. “Maya, you’re so loud. What are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.”
“When you guys do phone calls with clients, for deals and stuff, you use voice modulators, right?”
The girl blinked, then nodded. “Yeah. Audio gets processed through a modulator or some other device so the voice signature can’t be traced. It’s not always that strict, but usually the people who use that kind of equipment are-
Maya cut in before she could finish. “That’s perfect. Can I borrow one?”
“…Sure.”
Voice modulator secured. Maya knocked on the next door. “Hey, Hey hey hey hey hey, open up.”
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