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It might be some solar flare thing. Or maybe a cyberattack by a rogue country. Or the US government had finally turned on its own people.
The man had complied immediately. It had been easy. It was all so easy. He never even had to draw his gun. Pike had considered shooting him in the head anyway, but decided not to.
He’d spent his life studying other people, learning to imitate their facial expressions, their tone, their body language. It was an art form he had perfected in his teens. He was an expert at copying the facsimile of emotion. Had learned how to manipulate others for his own advantage from a young age.
Other than her captor, he was the first human being that she’d laid eyes on in five years. He was still a man. And men were dangerous.
