Page 118 of Allegiance

And now, he saw he’d been lying to himself the whole damn time.

Breaking the rules was breaking the rules.

PERIOD.

He had justified it, sugarcoated it, and made it fit into his ordered life because he didn’t want to face the reality of it all.

Now, he couldn’t pretend he was a good guy, so he simply just stopped trying to. There was no going back to that man with the shiny gold badge and the good intentions.

Nope.

He.

Was.

Gone.

Now, he killed indiscriminately.

He’d broken countless rules.

Oh, and he crossed lines over and over again.

The only thing that was saving his ass was Elizabeth Blackhawk, and he knew it. The woman he’d burned on an op because his boss told him to, was now his ally.

His friend.

She’d saved him in ways she’d never really understand either.

As Deputy Director, she now had connections and access to his files. She pulled them, and she’d used some leverage to get him erased from the FBI.

She gave him the best gift of all.

Well, two gifts.

She’d hooked him up with The Hunters, and he’d gotten El Gato, and now, he had anonymity. His face was the only thing that gave him away.

His fingerprints…

His DNA…

They were all gone.

He was a nameless face with only fake credentials that he’d mass-collected as a CIA spook.

Remington Bowman was gone.

Long live his legacy.

As far as the government knew, he was a ghost. Oh, he was well aware that some branches of the government’s law enforcement still knew what he was doing, and that was because of Artemis Dubois.

She was as dirty as they came.

And as sneaky too.

He’d bet a million dollars that the pictures of him, and his dead family, were leaked to the deep web by her, and only her.

He kept tabs on shit like that, but he couldn’t buy them. The sellers wouldn’t release them to him.