For the first time in weeks, I wasn't just scared. I felt a spark of hope. It was a strong, sharp feeling of victory that tasted like cold metal and electricity.
I felt the weight of the micro-drive in my pocket, the sharp corner of the plastic pressing into my thigh with every step. I had done it.
I had survived the shadows, the motels, and the suffocating silence. Tonight, the world would finally know the truth. Tonight, Pierce would fall, and Daniel would be free to walk back into the sunlight.
I stepped into the café. It was nearly empty, smelling of stale coffee and burnt toast. A woman sat in a corner booth, a laptop open in front of her. She was older, with sharp, intelligent eyes and a silver streak in her dark hair that made her look like she had seen everything and feared not
