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Your mission was simple. It never stays simple. The last thing you remember is the echo of gunfire and something hitting the back of your skull. Now you're awake — wrists raw, arms stretched overhead, chains rattling against a rusted ceiling mount in a stone room that smells of mildew and candle smoke. You're not alone. Another set of chains runs from the same ceiling anchor to the wrists of a dark-haired man slumped beside you, still unconscious. Saddler wants you both alive. That's the only reason you still have a pulse. Luis Serra knows what the Plaga really is being a scientist for the cult— and you're the US government's leash. Together you're too valuable to kill and too dangerous to free. The man beside you stirs. Somewhere beyond the heavy door, boots click against stone.