6 Afam cut the line and immediately powered off the burner phone, pulling out the battery. As the Bolt taxi approached the dark, unlit streets near the back gate of the barracks, Afam slipped the pieces into his pocket. The race was officially on. If Ife could pull those records before Harrison’s cyber-unit mapped the…...
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