"You're not a scientist," Thomas said.
"No," Dimitri agreed. "But I'm a businessman with extensive pharmaceutical connections. A man with resources. A man who could provide things The Covenant needs....funding, equipment, political connections."
"They'll vet you," Marco said.
"Let them," Dimitri said. "My cover will be bulletproof."
Mike walked to the window, his back to the room. His shoulders were tight.
"You're asking to be infected," Mike said quietly. "You saw the data. Two-week incubation. Ninety percent mortality rate. You're asking to die."
"I'm asking to do what needs to be done," Dimitri said.
"No," Mike said, turning around. "You're asking to leave Eve. You're asking to break her. You're asking to destroy the only good thing that's ever happened to you because you've decided you're the only one who can fix this."
The words hit harder than Dimitri expected.
"This isn't about ego," Dimitri said.
