The Peacekeeper's Daughter
The explosive was two minutes and forty-one seconds old when Meiling Chen saw it. It sat in the dust of the Port Harcourt embassy road like discarded refuse—a black cylinder with a small digital timer counting down from three hundred seconds, a piece of wire looping from one end to the other in a pattern she recognized from a military manual she had skimmed during pre-deployment training at the...
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