Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition- Steve Jobs.

Hearing the commotion, Vincent barreled out of the kitchen. "What's happening?"

"That Goddamed Hippie—I told you he was traitor," Deedee pointed to the screen. "He stole my Tesla and the ICARUS App."

"You told us we could trust him." Raymond berated Satoshi.

"Let's fucking put two and two together." Deedee put her face close to the clandestine hacker. "He was your agent and you helped that treasonous bastard. He has the only weapon that could have stopped The CIA."

Satoshi stood up, parrying the verbal attack. "I disagree with you, but I respect your opinion. That's the hallmark of someone who's intelligent. Unlike you, who destroyed my mini bar."

Raymond felt his jean pocket. The Tesla key card was missing. He looked at Evelyn. The last time he knew he had it on him was when they were on the beach. Could she have taken it and given it to Darrow? Was she another Deep State agent? He pushed the thought aside. "Stop fighting. There's a way we can address this. There's a second app," he said.

Everyone stopped yelling and stared at him in shock. "We can infiltrate CENTIEN and secure the alternate ICARUS app before their operatives cut open the titanium casing and access the first one."

"Raymond, why did you create two ICARUS applications?" Satoshi's face sharpened with concentration. Her eyes pierced him  like daggers.

"I gave one to Dennis in case anything happened to me."

"But he's dead." Evelyn said.

Satoshi's eyes glinted. "No, he's not."

"Dennis is alive?" Raymond exclaimed. He and Evelyn jumped up from their chairs. "Where is he?" Sinclair fell back in his seat, his face a mixture of disbelief and joy. Evelyn put a hand on his shoulder.

Satoshi raised her hand motioning for calm. "He's being held at CENTIEN's headquarters. That was the last intelligence we received from our agent before she was killed."

"We have to get him out." Raymond urged. "If he's not dead, they're eventually going to kill him."

"An extraction's virtually impossible," Vince warned. There's no way you can get past your own high-tech security."

"I can," Evelyn announced. Everyone turned and looked at her. "I have my employee pass card and it's still active. Mr. Lear never processed my resignation. We were supposed to meet this week." She held up her CENTIEN picture ID. Raymond was stunned into silence.

"No matter how talented, a dangerous operation like this isn't something an ordinary person should attempt," Satoshi warned.

Evelyn ruffled at the assessment of herself . "Another back-handed compliment, just like Ray."

"He's an expert at those," Vince interjected.

"I can see why you two separated." Evelyn glared at Satoshi. "I'm tired of excuses." Mr. Lear helped me when no one else would give me a chance. He's not only a mentor, I consider him a friend. I won't let him die."

"Evie, this isn't your fight." Sinclair said. Why does she want to go to CENTIEN?

"I'm not going to wait and be blasted like some lead milk bottle in a rigged carnival game," she insisted.

"This is everyone's fight." Vince shot her a wide grin. "I'm going with you, Evie. Soy Boy here can remotely direct us."

"No, you're not," Raymond countered. "I'm going with her."

"You demoted her to the mail room, remember?" Vince snorted.

Satoshi stared at Raymond hard, then glanced at Evelyn, shaking her head. "I don't like it."

"Which part don't you like?" Evelyn asked.

"Any of it," Satoshi said. "Raymond, you'd stick out like a sore thumb." The tall, slim woman looked at Evelyn and narrowed her eyes. "You'd be more of a liability than an asset."

Evelyn snorted and her voice grew heated. "Why do you act like I'm dumb as a prairie dog?" A Texas twang surfaced in her voice. "Go ahead and bail—we don't need you."

How could he ever have thought these two women were alike. Satoshi was cold and calculating, while Evelyn had true Texas southern grit.

Satoshi crossed her arms. "It's your life, Simmons and your decision if you want to put yourself in a danger. You don't have the sort of training for this kind of thing," she hesitated, then added, "but neither did I when I started."

"Why did you become an agent?" Evelyn met her gaze, daring her to answer.

Satoshi inclined her head. "Clandestine services seemed glamorous at first. My father warned it was lonely work, shrouded in lies, but I wouldn't listen to him. "You have lie to everyone." She looked at Raymond, sadness clouding her eyes. "Even your loved ones." She tilted her head a fraction and nodded. "You're competent,  intelligent—you might pull it off."

"I know CENTIEN's floor plan like the back of my hand." Evelyn balled her fists.

"That will come in useful. "Satoshi looked at Vince. "However, you shouldn't be running around with an unarmed, retired soldier who probably has gout." The ex-Navy Seal glowered at the raven-haired woman. "If you insist on infiltrating CENTIEN, we'll run you with our own agent and the proper equipment and backup." Satoshi looked between Evelyn to Raymond, almost pleading.

"Alright," Evelyn acquiesced. "But I'm going with Vince. Ray can stay here and direct is where to find the app. I trust him." Raymond looked at her sharply. If she was acting, she should get an award.

Satoshi tapped a message into her phone, then addressed Vincent and Evelyn. "Go to the upper level. "Quari will get you outfitted with the proper gear for the operation.

"I'll go with you. I want to check out the weapons cache," Deedee said.

Satoshi walked over to her wall-to-wall computer system. "When you return, I'll pull up CENTIEN's corporate floor plan and show you where Lear's being held."