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several occasions, she had come closer still to having her cover blown and the whole thing going up in smoke. Back in Morocco, she could have nailed him on a lesser charge of tax fraud, but held out when she had an indication that he was working toward something much, much bigger. Something with global implications. The highest secrecy, and something that involved a new direction for DeKirk: genetics . He now had teams of biologists and labs set up in several third world countries and islands in the Atlantic. That was the first priority, and Langley confirmed it, rushing to get her a new identity after intercepting the urgent communication from the American Antarctic base.
    She shipped out to Chile, assumed the role of doctor on the tanker, and now… she was so close. She knew this mystery man wasn’t DeKirk: far too fit and spry by his movements. He did have that the same arrogant, overconfident edge that DeKirk had, though, but he also had something else. Irritation. He was pissed off about being here, and that much was certain. So, he wasn’t DeKirk himself or one of his lackeys. This was someone else, someone important and someone—
    The captain approached with two thugs, and the new arrival pulled back his hood and lifted his goggles.
    It was only a couple seconds before one of the soldiers obscured the view, but it was enough.
    She could never forget that face. Those high, pronounced cheekbones, the comma-shaped scar on the left cheekbone, the angry blond hair. Those eyes: cruel and hard as nails.
    His face was in every law enforcement’s most wanted database. FBI and CIA had joint teams looking for him with Interpol assistance. He was a ghost, a phantom.
    Worse, an assassin. He killed not with bullets or knives, but with rare toxins and biological agents. Viruses were his specialty, and if he was involved, Veronica’s fears of a global initiative with DeKirk’s funding and reach might be sorely understated.
    All that paled to the real reason she nearly cried out at the recognition of Xander Dyson.
    Seven years ago, he had killed her partner and lover, murdered him in the worst way imaginable—a viral death that took days, and gave him just enough time to make it back to her, only to die in her arms. It was a loss that haunted Veronica every minute of every day.
    Now, at last, here in the most unlikely of places, Xander was in her sights.

 
    7.
     
    Antarctica: American Drill Site Montgomery-Alpha
    Refreshed if not at all rested, Alex felt too snug in his father’s sweater, but the casual sweatpants worked fine. His fingers and toes tingled, and the padded loafers felt like little slippers from heaven. As he entered his father’s command office again, he felt a sudden crushing weight of guilt. Tony. His body, torn and broken, was out there, a few miles to the east, and it was likely they would never get it back, and this icy wasteland would be his tomb for eternity.
    “Alex, sit down,” his father’s voice broke him from his misery, “and grab a cup of coffee if you like, right in the corner.”
    Shuffling in that direction, Alex never made it that far. His eyes tugged to the window and view of the action outside: blazing spotlights, the cranes in full action, then men rushing back and forth, securing crates and readying a pair of giant ice-rovers with a flatbed trailer, equipped with great chains and harnesses.
    “It’s going to fit on that?” he wondered.
    “It will, I’m told.” Marcus stood, stepped away from his desk, and walked to the window. He was dressed a little more professionally, with a dark tweed sports coat and white turtleneck, khakis and a set of alligator skin boots that Alex couldn’t recall ever seeing him wear before. Of course, it had been a long time since Alex had spent much time with his father, let alone noticed what sort of footwear the man preferred. When he wasn’t busy ignoring his son or his wife, Marcus Ramirez was consumed with writing papers, researching, and