I studied the monitors, the bracelets thrumming with energy as my senses expanded beyond normal parameters. Something about the breach pattern nagged at me—a familiarity I couldn't quite place.
"Wait," I said suddenly, pointing to a sequence of camera feeds. "They're not random. Look at the timing of each appearance."
Jackson leaned closer, his analytical mind catching my meaning immediately. "They're creating a specific pattern of movement. Herding the patrols."
"Away from the north quadrant," Maison concluded, already moving toward the door.
My phone chimed: Been a long time, Marabelle. Miss the old days, but then again, if I had known how beautiful you’d become, I might not have sliced you like I did all those years ago.
Marcus
I stared at the screen, a cold dread washing over me
