At this point I realized I was pouring sweat.

This woman comes out of nowhere and hits on the very medicine I’ve been using all evening? Would chance allow this sort of thing, or was this some low grade sting set up by one of the security companies? If so it was over. My Desert Eagle could take out one or two of them, but there was no way I’d make it out of here alive. No, it’d be useless to resist. I would be convicted immediately of course, there was enough speed in my system to fuel a brigade of Special Forces through the Venezuelan Conflict for the next two years. Maybe prison wouldn’t be so bad. Didn’t DeSade write ‘120 Days of Sodom’ while he was locked up? Maybe he got out to live a rich and fulfilling life. Then again I don’t know how to write a novel.

“Miss Winter? Rune? Are you okay?”

“Are you working for an agency? You have to tell me, otherwise it’s entrapment!”

I could see by the look in her eyes that she was frightened and confused. I hoped I hadn’t said much of that out loud.