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Our Paranormal Chernobyl Freya Sontag stared at the suddenly silent phone, then clicked it shut. "They've failed." Her face remained impassive, but her voice failed to conceal her rage. The handsome young man in the gray suit sat up in alarm. "What? How?" He wore Denzel Washington's face, and his alarm was quite attractive. "Thorin and the other vigilantes." Freya rose from her desk and went to the huge window that looked north across the brightly-lit expanse of the city. Lake Michigan was a desert of black to the east. She owned nearly twenty percent of the real estate along that stretch of lakefront, and she would have given it all to make her child well. "Reinhardt-Mapes and his girlfriend were captured before they got the woman out." She filled him in with the little that the cross-dresser had been able to tell her before being cut off. "So the Goo thing found their broadcasting van? I wish I was there to see Mapes' face when the thing burst through. So where is the woman now? Still in the hospital with her bambino?" "We have to assume so. The tracking device will tell us, when we get close." She put her hand against the cold glass. "In any case, she'll be guarded by Thorin, Crossfire, who knows what other metas, and perhaps all of PRIMUS." "So that's it, then," the young man said. "It's over." "It is not over," Freya said. "We need that woman. She's the last untransformed test subject that hasn't been verified. If she's immune, we have to know. She could be the one." "Mother, we've got to get out of the country! We need to torch the lab and dispose of anything that will lead them to us: Goran, the monkey, Diamante, Mapes and his crew—" Freya waved a hand. "Forget him. Reinhardt-Mapes knows nothing." The young man didn't answer. Freya turned from the window, one eyebrow raised. The man somehow made Denzel Washington's face look sheepish. "He may know one little thing." He exhaled. "I may have taken him to the lab once. To get the serum." Freya's face was rigid with anger. "You fool." "Wait a minute, this may not be so bad as we thought. Mapes is a pro, and he wants the final payment. He won't crack under questioning. PRIMUS won't be able to get a thing out of him." Freya walked to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, Daughter…" She backhanded him, and sent him spinning to the ground. "PRIMUS has already captured one telepath, and they have psychics of their own. Even if that arrogant pervert holds out under normal questioning, a telepath would pluck it out of his mind in an instant." "Now get up. We have work to do. You'll get Roya and the nurse and take them to the jet. On the way there, stop at the lab and kill Goran and Diamante. Then burn the place down." "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to get the woman." "Mother, she's surrounded by too many people! Let's regroup, hire some more mercenaries—" "No. The protection around her will only grow. They may move her and remove the tracking pellet, and then she'd be lost to us. It has to be now. Thorin knows where she is, and Thorin will be able to get close to her." She flipped open her cell phone again. "If I'm not there a half hour after you get there, leave without me. I'll meet you at the Argentina estate, and we'll finish examining the woman there." "And the baby?" the young man asked. "I won't separate a mother and child… unless absolutely necessary. Now get going." She punched in a number. The young man walked toward the door, shaking his head. Freya covered the phone with her hand. "And daughter?" The young man looked back. "Don't fool around, like you did with Pirhu. This time, make sure they're really dead."
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