Ares

The tower was quiet, deceptively quiet, as Sparrow moved through the corridors. Every step she took was precise, calculated—but she didn’t know what waited for her. Every sensor, every camera, every layer of security we had set was ready. I followed her movements on the monitors, jaw tight, heartbeat steady. She was confident, arrogant even, believing she could control the game. She was wrong. Atlas, Patricia, and I had predicted her every move, anticipated her every thought. The ...