“You think they’ll come for us?” Leo asked quietly, staring out over the training pitch. The floodlights cast long shadows, slicing across the grass like silent blades.

Ben didn’t answer right away. He was standing beside him, arms crossed, his jaw set with that calm, calculating stillness Leo had come to rely on.

“They already are,” Ben said finally. “Just not with fists or bullets. They’re watching. They’re waiting.”

“Then we stay ahead,” Leo muttered. “We fight ...