Ares

Sparrow sat in the reinforced containment chamber, eyes darting, calculating, but this time there was no smoke, no trick, no escape. I studied her carefully. She was dangerous, brilliant, and relentless—but cornered predators often made mistakes. I could see the gears turning in her mind, trying to find a weakness in the walls, in the locks, in us. I stepped closer, weapon at my side, my gaze unwavering. “You’ve underestimated us before,” I said coldly. “You thought you could ...