Chapter Thirteen
Despite Teno’s thundering heart, he kept his expression calm as he reclined in the comfortable high-backed chair. Other members of the Anti-Terrorism Operational Select Subcommittee sat scattered around the long, dark table. Their aides stood nearby, surrounded by data windows and whispering to their MPs. He was the only one without an aide at the meeting, having memorized everything he needed. The last thing he needed was an aide asking unnecessary questions and distracting him from his preplanned remarks and strategy.
His dual life had been easy to navigate until recently. The pressure had always been there, but it had been subtle: a favor here, a whispered suggestion there. Now his life was on the line.
He wasn’t there as MP Mala, servant of the UTC. He was there as
