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Title: Doublecross | ||
The van is in place, she double checks the explosives and carefully locks it. Calmly she walks out of underground parking into the sunshine. She doesn’t look back. She disappears unnoticed into the passing crowds of office workers, just one more blonde power-suited member of the rat race. Her flight is midway across the Atlantic when the C-4 transforms the building where she used to work into a fiery hell. The pilots follow procedure—those responsible are assumed to be terrorists—and land the plane in London. She has anticipated this and arranged to meet her contact there. She feigns surprise and grief for her fellow passengers when they disembark. They gather round a television in stunned disbelief. A body is wheeled past the camera; a sheet has been draped in order to conceal what lies beneath. The clean expanse of the sheet is a ghastly contrast for the bloodstains that bloom on it. She wonders briefly if it could be Vaughn. Then she turns and leaves—Sydney has a meeting to get to. |
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