Chapter Eighteen
Alina shook out her hands and smiled at the closed hotel door. It felt like every time she came to Neo SoCal, she didn’t see much other than hotel rooms and apartments.
To her, the shining jewel of the UTC was just another place to meet informants and operatives, or a place to kill the occasional terrorist or yaoguai.
The next minute would determine what today’s meeting would be.
She reached inside her jacket to check for her flechette pistol. Her blonde hair, blue contacts, and facial adhesives were sufficient to fool facial recognition. She always preferred a simpler solution when it came to field missions.
Creative hacking had its place in hiding her tracks, but there were so many details a woman could overlook, leading to evidence that could point to her and disru
