An announcement from General Carter has made the air in the safe house feel heavier. The Syndicate was no longer in the shadows it had come out into the light, painting James and his team as enemies of the state.
James had turned away from it, almost, leaned against the cold concrete wall behind him, the light just above him making his shadow dance against the wall. His training was for combat, for ambushes, for war. But this was different. The battle wasn’t just for the streets it was for the media, the government and the public’s perception.
“We have to take it for granted that from this point onward every move of ours is being monitored,” Lena said, her tone firm but urgent. She’d been checking the news feeds every few minutes, looking for reactions, looking for allies.
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