He struggled with the ropes. The noise of blood rushing in his ears grew louder. The Black Sea would be his final resting place. There would be no shame in his giving up, no one would know about his failure. But there would be shame in letting Riker get away with treason. No, the bastard wouldn't kill the president with his own hands, but the result would be the same. Given enough time and the use of the body armor he'd developed, the enemy would strike and kill.



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