Whatever Silvina planned, neither you nor Langer should be the ones to decide what to do with it.” “‘It.’” “A biological weapon, of course.” But that could mean so many things. Weapon. Biological. It could mean a living mask that helped you breathe or it could mean a poison that wiped out a million people. “What will you do with it?” “Inform the agency. Contain it. Dismantle it.” But his expression had a hunger to it that told me he was lying. If Hellmouth Jack still worked for an agency, the place would have been crawling with agents and military. Which meant he had nothing behind him. No one
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