The man’s face was dark red, a vein pulsed on his forehead, and he had balled his hands into fists. The door slammed behind him. “How the hell did this happen?”“It was always a risk,” Lucas said evenly, carefully composing his face into a calm expression. “Why else would we have armed guards and have kept her under lock and key if we didn’t see this as a possibility? You give someone that much technology…” Lucas leaned back in his chair and frowned, rubbing his temples. “She must have felt threatened. She is programmed to react to threats. We should be glad she ran instead of killing everyone in the room.” That silenced Harrington. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked out the window, his eyes distant, lost in his own thoughts. “Dammit!” he burst out. “We need to get her back. Why isn’t her GPS working? What the hell is the use of all this technology if it’s not even going to work? You realize it would be the end for all of us if the media got ahold of this story.”“We were aware of that potential when we signed on for the job with the extensive nondisclosure forms you made us sign.”
