Aress

The tower felt different in the aftermath. The immediate threat had been neutralized, but a lingering tension remained—like the calm before a hurricane. Sparrow had been caught, yes, but not broken. Not truly.

Atlas’ voice came over the comms, low and precise. “Sir, I’ve traced her digital signature. She’s retreating… but she’s leaving traces. We can track her next move.”

I frowned. “She’s wounded, disoriented. But she’s smart enough not to walk straight ...