Chapter Seven
Punished
“That bolt in your tongue is going to be useful eventually,” said her keeper. “Next time you f**k up you might find yourself hanging by it.”
The cell was so small that neither of its occupants was able to shift her position or move more than her head slightly. Both women, already intimately familiar with The System’s training methods, were still nonetheless uncomfortable and trying to figure out in their heads why they were being punished. To them, it had seemed like the robbery went off flawlessly. The courier from a Madrid investment firm took the expected two kilometer route from one client’s office and never arrived at his destination. Effie Montero and Shaw Bolívar, experienced courier interceptors from The System’s Spain branch, had smoothly appeared on eith
