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lashing. Becca gave Sarah a shove that pushed her back only a step then turned and marched toward the car.
    The dam holding back Sarah’s emotions gave way. The fault line in her heart cracked wider, spraying the first few drops of rage out of her control. “You can’t keep me from the kids, Becca.”
    Becca stopped. She spun around and stomped back. “Are you threatening me?” Sarah could see that her fists were clenched at her sides. Sarah immediately regretted speaking up. But before Sarah could take it back, she blocked a swing from Becca that was meant for the side of her face.
    The surrounding crowds jumped in before it turned into something more, not that any of them could have stopped Sarah if she decided to retaliate, and she was glad there was a group of people there to stop her from having to try.
    Becca ripped away from the arms restraining her and stomped away without another word. Sarah stood there until the crowd dispersed, and the gravediggers dumped piles of earth onto her brother’s casket. Sarah felt her veins swell with anger until she thought they would burst. She was angry at herself, Becca, her brother, the agency, anyone and anything that popped into her mind. But the largest culprit her rage fastened on was Rick Demps.
    “Hey,” Bryce said. “You all right?”
    “No,” Sarah answered. “But I will be.”

 
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    Agent Taylor Grimes sat at a long conference room table piled with boxes and papers and the sweat and fatigue of the past twelve hours as he and his team sifted through everything the chancellor’s group could provide them on the woman. He’d undone his tie and taken off his jacket, allowing himself a brief reprieve from the formalities of the day after his team had long since left and gone to bed. He rubbed his eyes and reached for the cup of cold coffee, draining the final gulp and giving himself one last burst of adrenaline.
    When the CIA’s director had given Grimes the assignment, he hadn’t been sure how to approach it. The director was adamant that it be downplayed to the rest of the team but that it was very important to the president. He knew that this woman and whatever organization she worked for had been responsible for giving them the necessary coding to end Tuck Investments’ hold on Global Power and end the blackout. He’d always prided himself on the fact that he worked for the best. The CIA had no equal in regard to training, agents, and equipment. But everything he’d seen so far in regard to this mysterious agency made him question just how good he thought he was.
    Grimes knew that in any scenario, to bring down the mountain, you had to remove the first piece of stone, and he was already on the right track. He had the flight reports the Germans had found that tracked the woman on her landing in Berlin, along with the only known (yet terribly pixelated and distorted) picture of the target. Another piece of information that had come from his own superiors was a report from a unit of soldiers that had been responsible for holding the Alaskan border when the Russians made their advancements. It wasn’t enough to give them any matches in their known databases, but these two stories along with a few other accounts during other timelines gave Grimes a connecting piece of data. Chicago. It was the only pattern he could find in all the stories and flight documents. Whether it was a layover or a departing or a returning flight, Chicago was always on the manifest.
    With O’Hare International Airport just getting back up and running after the blackout, along with almost every other transportation hub around the globe, he used the pixelated photo of the woman and programmed it into the cameras of O’Hare. If she walked into that airport and the cameras caught her face, he’d be notified immediately.
    Normally, the facial-recognition software used in tracking fugitives required a match of at least ninety percent before it alerted the authorities. However, with the