She triggered the neural toxin. He convulsed twice, then stilled.
Operation Havoc had one objective: deny, destroy, or disappear any evidence of Project Lazarus—a viral payload engineered to target Eastern European grain supplies. Volkov planned to auction it to separatists by dawn. sheyla hershey operation havoc
“No,” she said, pressing the syringe to his neck. “I’m the last thing Operation Havoc sends before the bombs drop.” She triggered the neural toxin
Volkov froze. His eyes were pale, terrified. “You’re Sheyla Hershey.” Volkov planned to auction it to separatists by dawn
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She pressed her back against the wet brick of the abandoned textile factory. Her breath fogged in short, controlled puffs. “Target acquired. General Volkov is inside the boiler room. He has the bio-toxin canisters.”
The first guard fell with a wet chk —throat, carotid. The second turned, confused. Sheyla was already inside his guard, palm heel to nose, cartilage crunching upward into the brain stem. Silent. Instant.