D-Day was fast approaching.
This was a plan only a handful of people knew about. Even the Order was not made aware. Yes, the less people knew, the better. They should simply move mindlessly according to his wishes.
Before they realize it, it would be too late and the world would be in chaos.
Wentworth's beautiful face twisted into a sinister smile.
As he was in the midst of coming to a conclusion of his current conundrum, his phone rang. Once again, it was the Order.
The old codgers of the Order had been breathing down his neck to recover the tribrid, they were anxious to get started on compounding the serum.
Wentworth was annoyed.
He knew what he had to do and he didn't like it when people rushed him.
All will reveal itself in due course.
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Meanwhile, at the Cardiff facility, Aubrey remained on pins and needles as she waited for word from Dimitri and Natasha who had traveled to York.
