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you, we went with it."
    "And now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
    "And now that we know that you are not the only savior, we've planned accordingly."
    I smiled faintly. "Good to know."  
    Somehow I'd felt dethroned when Grams had confirmed the prophecy's interpretation had been slightly skewed. Although, if I were honest, I much preferred to be part of a team than to carry such responsibility alone. If the shit hit the fan it would be nice to have company in my shame.
    "There are a few people on the upper rungs who--" she hesitated, "-- disagree with this offer."
    Disagree. Pulling out of my thoughts, I grabbed a knife from the top drawer and selected bread, butter, and cheese from the fridge. "Like Paulson?" I grinned as I buttered a slice of bread.
    Cassie made a rude sound. "Paulson is ruled by his male parts. When he calms down he'll realize he would have probably made the same decision you did."
    I hiked my eyebrows. "I thought you guys played by Sentinel's rules?" I just couldn't picture Spy-Man-Paulson doing something nice. Or even something for someone other than himself.
    She shook her head, her blonde hair glinting as it danced around her shoulders. "We do. For the most part. But Sentinel doesn't insist we do things that are wrong, illegal, or against our moral code. If you were on the payroll you would have still been able to make that final choice to save Baz."
    "Really?"
    "Really."
    This was sounding a heckuva lot better than Omega, especially since I was still reeling from the discovery of their underground facility. How could I possibly come to terms with the knowledge that Omega had been holding and experimenting on my mom?
    "Do you have any information on their facility?" I asked her.
    "Irreparably linked to Omega," she said. "They're dicking us around right now, but the Grande High Council wants to get to the bottom of it. Omega is guilty. Once the charges are formalized the whole organization is in trouble."
    I thought of Logan, of Saleem, and my stomach tightened, the buttered bread forgotten. "Not all their agents are guilty of wrongdoing."
    Cassie nodded. "The High Council knows that. They aren't just going to arbitrarily label people as guilty. They would first require proof. And as for the teams on the ground, they're just the worker bees. The council wants the queens."
    The kettle whistled. I switched it off barely registering the noise. My mind remained fixed on my two friends who'd get vaporized when the whole Omega thing blew.
    I sighed. "Who knows what else they've been doing that they're currently scrambling to sweep under the floorboards."
    "You have no idea what Omega is suspected of," Cassie said sadly. "The list of offenses is longer than my arm."
    "Then find the evidence and make it stick," I said. "To the guilty. Just be careful how you do it, Cassie. Too many innocent people are likely to get hurt."
    She got to her feet and reached for her bag. "I can vouch for Sentinel. Their heart's in the right place. And you should trust them. I do."
    "So . . . you think I should say yes?"
    "Of course." She winked. "Join the family business."  
    I nodded wondering if Mom would consider rejoining her old team. It would make sense if they were offering her her old job back--especially after what she'd been through. If I were in her place I'd be champing at the bit to slide a knife across Omega's collective jugular right now.
    "Right," she said. "That's me. Now I've really got to get my arse moving." She sketched a salute as Larsson appeared. This time he smiled before they faded into nothing.
    I stared at the empty air, hoping at least some part of my heart would tell me what to do.  
    I wasn't stupid. I knew I'd refused Sentinel because it wasn't Omega. Omega meant Logan, and any other choice would have conflicted with our relationship no matter how either of us tried to avoid it.  
    But Sentinel and my family had a long history, so joining their ranks would mean I'd be following in my family's