CHAPTER 26
NOT ALL JOBS were as pleasant as my Mexico jaunt, as I found out a couple of weeks later. Black lent me to the NSA, and a day spent undercover on a college campus took a turn for the worse when a young religious extremist decided to take an inexperienced agent hostage rather than be arrested. I stared through a rifle sight for three hours while the arsehole fiddled with his suicide vest, trying to convince us to come around to his way of thinking.
Black’s voice played over in my head. “Keep breathing, Emmy, until you see your shot. Steady. In and out. Then stop while you pull the trigger.”
My bullet punched through the guy’s left eye as I dispatched him to discuss his views with Allah in person.
I thought I was okay with it. It was an outright kill, a single shot, and there
