"Hello, Parker."
"Everett?"
"Where the hell is she?" Everett's asked, each word cutting with barely restrained panic. "I've been pinging her burner every fifteen minutes since midnight. It went dark at 5:03am, and I've got nothing. Nothing!"
"She's gone, Everett. All three of them." Parker, the head of his extraction team, replied with the flat tone of a man delivering bad news he'd already accepted.
"That's not possible." Everett was pacing now, his footsteps echoing in the safe house. "I've had your team on standby, ex-Special Forces, the best extraction crew money can buy, since God knows when, ready to pull her out at a moment's notice. And now you're telling me she's gone? That's not possible, Parker. She knows the protocol, she knows the safe houses, she knows the emergency codes, the dead drops, everything we set up. She knows—"
