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with you? I’ve heard about Katherine McKnight—Kat.”
    â€œYou’re wasting my time,” I said. “I need to get out of here. I don’t have time.”
    I gripped the arm of the chair with my handcuffed left hand.
    â€œIf it’s so important, why won’t you tell me what it is?”
    And then it hit me.
    â€œEugene,” I said, looking at him. “You’ve been talking to Eugene. That’s how you know about all this stuff.”
    He smugly straightened his tie. “Eugene West. We were told to watch for you. I knew you’d start your killing today, but I didn’t know the magnitude. Tell me: How did you get involved with Black September?”
    â€œYou have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, shaking my head. “We’re not with Black September.”
    He leaned toward me, our faces only inches apart. “Then explain it tome.”
    I shoved the table with my right hand, tipping it into the agent’s stomach. I leaped to my feet, yanked up the chair, and smashed it into him. It lost some of its momentum as it scraped against the wall, but I was still able to bring it down on him hard. The chair broke as it hit his shoulder and the table, but the armrest was still in my hand. I beat him across the face with it until he went down. He was dazed, and I scrambled out from behind the table and pieces of the broken chair.
    He went for his gun, slowly pushing the broken chair away. He was bleeding from his head—a lot. I hit him again with the armrest and then gave him a right hook. He wasn’t struggling anymore, and I grabbed his pistol from his holster.
    I pulled the broken armrest out of the handcuff and knelt down next to him to find his keys. I grabbed them just as he tried to throw a weak punch. It caught me off guard, and I stumbled back slightly. But I had his keys and gun, and I held the pistol in my left hand while I unlocked the cuffs.

CHAPTER FOUR
    I put a handcuff on his left wrist and locked him to the radiator. Then I grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and used it to gag him.
    â€œYou want to know what we’re doing here?” I asked as I rummaged through the closet. There was a suit there, but I didn’t want that. All I needed was a shirt that wasn’t covered with Kat’s blood. I knelt down and unzipped a gym bag.
    â€œWe’re saving the world,” I said. “You probably thought Eugene was crazy, or maybe he told you that we’re crazy, but all of it’s true. If it wasn’t true, then why would Raakel—the girl in the other room—why would she be here? We sent out invitations, and she understood what we were doing, and she came here. Because of this goddamned Endgame. I hate it just as much—no, I hate it more than you do. Because I know what it is. The Players fighting for the end of the world. They’re fighting for survival, and we have to stop them before they come after each other.”
    I found a plain gray sweatshirt and pulled it from the bag.
    â€œIf we don’t do this, the entire population of the world could be wiped out. Well, maybe a twelfth will live. But billions will die. Billions. Can you even comprehend that? We don’t know how it will happen—disease, nukes, maybe just hunting us down like animals—but it will happen. That was the contract signed thousands of years ago. By killing Raakel, I just stopped the Minoan line from Playing. Now we have to stop the rest of them, if we want to stop Endgame from happening.”
    I pulled the sweatshirt on and checked the agent’s Colt Lawmanrevolver. I opened the cylinder to see if it was fully loaded. It was, and I put the safety on and tucked it into my belt.
    â€œWhen this is all over, you can hunt me down. I know I’ve done a lot of illegal things in the last four months. But you’ll have to wait, because there’s a job to be done. Who knows—maybe I’ll die