Zero Hour: Two – My Dinner With Seaborg

Troubleshooter Zero Hour by Andrea Speed Two - My Dinner With Seaborg She gave him a skeptical look, folding her hands on top of the file. “I’m not a hit woman. And if I was, I’d charge a hell of a lot more.” “Don’t misunderstand me … what do I call you now?” She shrugged, not sure it mattered. “What do you want to call me? Zed’s fine.” That made him quirk a bushy eyebrow at her, amused and annoyed. “So you go by letters of the alphabet now? That’s … unusual.” “Names don’t mean as much as people think they do. Some of us are never happy with them.” “And some of us are deliberately freaky.” He sat back in his chair with a sigh, and told her, “I’m not asking you to cancel him. What I’m asking you to do is eliminate him...

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Zero Hour: One – Faithless

Troubleshooter Zero Hour by Andrea Speed One – Faithless Algiers, Algeria – Five Years Ago She didn’t think there were any dead ends around here, and yet she stumbled into one. It figured. Her leg kept wanting to give way, and no amount of willpower was making it obedient. It hurt like fuck, and the fact that was a very large piece of glass still sticking out the side, just an inch and a half below her knee, was only part of the problem. Blood had pooled inside her boots and made a telltale squishing noise as she limped along, while her ribs seemed to grind inside her chest, poking her skin from the inside. At least two broken, as far as she could tell; maybe more, and she could feel blood dripping from her nose like hot snot. But the absolutely...

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