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THEO STRITCH

McLean, Virginia

T heo Stritch sat behind his imposing desk and read the update from the new Primary Investigator at Milton Abernathy’s lab.

They had finally sorted the absent-minded professor’s notes and believed they had the blueprint for a working prototype.

The Primary Investigator believed Abernathy had a functioning drone already built, but no one could find it.

It didn’t matter. Once he had access to the final schematics, Theo was set.

A buzzing from the desk drawer pulled Theo’s attention. He withdrew the burner phone and read the text.

Priest: Found them

Theo smiled. All the pieces were falling into place.

TS: Eliminate him. Bring her to me. She’s had too much time to gather information. I’ll need a word with her.

Priest: Understood

Theo texted the location of the remote black site and returned the phone to the drawer. Finally, Stella Keen would no longer be a thorn in his side.