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Dansky was staggering after them, pressing a bloody kerchief to a nasty wound on his face.

    Anna tried to get up, but the pain flared in her torso like another bullet hit, and it forced her back down. She was gasping for breath when she
    saw the figure again.

    Like the one she had killed, he was broad and thickset—a linebacker profile, black-clad and lethal. He lacked the obvious cyberlimbs of the dead
    man, but he moved through the smoke without pause; he had to be tracking his targets with a thermographic implant. In the assailant's hand
    was a large frame automatic, the length of it doubled by a cylindrical silencer.

    Dansky caught sight of the armed man and cried out; the gun replied with a metallic cough and the executive went down. Anna's heart
    hammered in her chest as she saw what would come next. She shouted Ryan's name, the pain rising with it, and he turned toward the sound,
    pushing himself in front of Skyler to shield her from attack.

    The next shots took Byrne in the throat and the face, ending him before he hit the asphalt. Ryan returned fire, his rounds going wide.

    Anna's legs felt numb and unresponsive. She lurched forward, but the limbs were dead meat. The coppery stink of her own blood filled her
    nostrils and she gagged. She wanted to look away. She wanted to, but she couldn't.

    The assailant went in for the kill and Ryan threw himself at the figure. There was a scuffle, and the agent tore open the zip hood. Kelso got a
    look at the face underneath—all fury and exertion, sallow and Nordic, with a shock of ice-blond hair. He clubbed Matt Ryan across the skull with the butt of the pistol, knocking him down. Then, with care, the killer took aim and ended him with a single shot.

    Anna felt her friend die, the awful inevitability of it. She felt the horrific sense of the moment pass through her like an electric shock as Ryan
    crumpled into a nerveless heap and was still.

    Everything about him, everything he was, the good, honest man who had done so much to help her ... all of it gone in less than a second. Tears
    streamed down her dirty, bloodstained cheeks as she struggled to hold on to consciousness, her pain overwhelming everything. It all seemed
    impossible, unreal...

    The killer halted for a long second, and she recognized the body language of someone conducting a sub-voc conversation. Then, very
    deliberately, he turned to examine Senator Skyler, where the woman lay half in and half out of the SUV. She tried to hold up her hands to ward
    him off. In the distance, sirens were approaching.

    Anna waited for the next shot, but it never came. Even with all the madness unfolding around her, confusion rose in her thoughts as the
    assailant walked away, leaving Skyler very much alive. Instead, he crossed to where Dansky was lying on the edge of the restaurant patio, and
    shot the man again.

    Then he turned to look toward her, and once more Anna got a good look at the sharp angles of the man's face.

    It was the last thing she saw, as the thundering in her ears grew loud and dragged her down toward blackness.

    The Grey Range—Queensland—Australia

    Saxon never felt the impact.

    A split second before the veetol collided with the hillside, jets of shock foam flooded the cargo bay with gouts of yellowy matter, reeking of
    chemical stink. The fluid sprayed across him, the frothing mass instantly hardening as it made contact with the air. He gagged and coughed as
    some of the foam made it into his mouth, his nostrils. It enveloped his body, smothering him.

    The aircraft crashed down and ripped itself to bits as it drew a long black gouge of scorched earth across the tree line, the wings and rotors
    shearing away in puffs of high-octane flame. Somebody was screaming.

    The cockpit was crushed and the fuselage torn open. Inside, Saxon was slammed around his makeshift cushion, and for long seconds he
    teetered on the brink of losing consciousness. He grunted with the exertion of keeping himself awake,