From Mack Bo/an's private journal:
A part of me died tonight.
The hurt is so bad that I can barely force myself to write these words. But I must write while the emotions are hot. These words are my grief.
The real Leonard Jericho is dead. His Libya connection has been destroyed. The Strain-7 virus is on its way back to the States, and so am I. And maybe, just maybe, the score has been settled for Eve Aguilar.
But the lady is still dead.
And gone forever.
And the only damn thing that keeps me going and caring at all right now is the knowledge that Big Eve didn't stop until they stopped her. She gave it all to the good fight. Everything.
Big Eve died for our sins.
For the evolutionary process.
Goodbye, lady.
I will carry you with me wherever the good fight takes me.
You meant plenty in life.
Your memory means something now too, by God;
Live on, Evita. Wherever you are.
It does matter.
It does.