–Logan–
I finished my job in the vast kingdom of the sea, where one of our satellites was hidden beneath layers of salt and steel. The water had been freezing—biting through my suit, pressure humming in my skull, sonar pings vibrating through my bones. I fixed a few loose ends with the other agents through Lore's guidance, tightening bolts, rerouting signals, and erasing traces.
Clean. Quiet. Professional.
By the time my boots hit land, the air felt too warm, too loud. My comm vibrated.
Notification received.
Jane was captured.
I froze.
Logically, I knew she'd stay alive. Jane was valuable. Useful. Not disposable.
Emotionally? My chest tightened like a wire being pulled too hard.
I shut my eyes and inhaled sharply. Salt. Fuel. Metal.
If Livana had just let me stay with her, this wouldn't have happened. Jane wouldn't have been exposed. She'd been taken by a government-backed gang in Italy.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.
