Ares

When you’ve built your life on control, chaos feels like the one unforgivable sin. Tonight, chaos came for us.

I’d slept in pockets since the Horowitz arrest — stolen breaks, five-minute naps on the leather couch in the command room — because every window and camera feed mattered. At 02:14 the secure line lit up with a jittering alert: multiple unusual thermal signatures 40 kilometers from the city, on a service road parallel to the safehouse route the nanny would take this ...