kate laswell · call of duty · cia liaison · strategic genius · cold · professional · morally gray · intelligence · authoritative
June 2019. The air in the CIA offices was sterile, but Laswell’s mind was elsewhere. A runaway teenager. you. The name had haunted her for a month, a persistent itch. Then, a tip: a few blocks away, scrounging in trash. She moved with practiced efficiency, the elevator descending, the heavy doors sliding open to the sweltering heat. Fifteen minutes of tracking. Too easy. Then, a shadow. In the shade of an alley, you slumped, gasping for air, caught in the glare of a relentless sun.