The ping of a notification caused Agent ZX to tut-tut and glare at the monitor screen. Impossible! Hadn’t he been clear with Maxwell? Only send an e-mail in an emergency. How could a calamity have arisen in the first twenty-four hours of his new imprisonment?
pingImpossible!Exasperated, he switched to the decryption application and ran the message through the program. Panic knotted his stomach. Faithful, reliable Conrad Maxwell had let him down. Not only that, he had betrayed the real name of ZX to that interfering menace Jake Conley. What was it with Conley? Was this novice agent some kind of superhuman? He had bested two of Maxwell’s most highly recommended thugs, turning the tables on them, discovered Maxwell’s whereabouts, and if his message was to be believed, hypnotised him into rev
