Alexei Volkov looked through the video monitor with cold, mocking amusement in his pale gray eyes. Fifty-two years old, with immaculate silver hair, a scarred lip, and a tailored white silk suit, the billionaire head of the Chimera Syndicate smiled at Alexander and Sienna as if observing two rats trapped in an aquarium. "Good evening, Mr. Hunt. Miss Locke," Volkov's smooth, accented Russian baritone echoed through the bunker's speakers. "I…
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