Bab 47: The Global Web

The message on Avery's phone haunted her as they drove through the night. "Well played, Chameleon." The Puppet Master's words rang in her head, a terrifying reminder that their war was far from done.

"We need to disappear," Avery murmured, her voice tense. "And I mean disappear."

Lucas looked at her from the driver's seat, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. "I might know a guy," he admitted nervously. "A former contact of my father's. He specializes in making people disappear.

Avery nodded, her thoughts already racing forward. "Make the call."

Forty-eight hours later, they were on a private aircraft to Hong Kong. Avery looked out the window, watching the clouds pass by below them. She felt an odd combination of excitement and anxiety. They were leaving everything behind, but perhaps that was just what they needed.