Tiffany Arkell had learned long ago that power didn't always come from strength. Sometimes, it came from timing, from leverage, knowing exactly which person to bend until he snapped.
She stood in the observation lounge of her father's private facility, glass walls curving like the inside of a predator's skull. Below her, technicians moved with quiet efficiency, unaware that the orders filtering down to them were already corrupted at the source.
"You're sure this won't trace back to me?" she asked calmly, swirling the dark liquid in her glass.
Across from her, Director Halvorsen stiffened. He was one of Quinn's top operatives, an old guard, sharp-eyed, fiercely loyal, or at least, he had been.
"The neutralization tech is off-grid," he said. "It is still being experimented with, but it suppresses psychic resonance and biometric signatures simultaneously. Once activated, he becomes… blank."
Tiffany smiled faintly. "Invisible to everyone."
