The next email was bounced off of so many different servers in so many varied locations, it was virtually impossible to trace it back to its source.
This time, however, it was a holo-recording. Aittera, wearing a black shirt and red-brown vest with an ammunition belt and grenade belt criss-crossed over her torso, glared at the camera with a hardened look that might have reminded him of the days when she was his prisoner long ago.
"Find me," she challenged. "I'm done with your games."
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