Commander Voss was in his office, staring at the orders on his screen.
His hands weren't shaking. Years of military discipline kept them steady. But his mind was racing through calculations, consequences, and the possibility that he was about to commit treason.
Or save his own life. Depending on how you looked at it.
The orders were simple. Deploy Garrison Seven on a routine patrol through Sector 15, an industrial area that had seen minor trouble from the resistance fighters.
Except Seraph had told him what to add to those orders. A small change to the patrol route that would take his men through a specific warehouse district.
The same district where Sterling was conducting "field tests" with newly created Weavers.
Unstable ones.
Voss took a deep breath and made the modifications. His access codes worked fine. Nobody would question it until after the fact. And by then, it would be too late.
He hit send.
