The phase-tunnel deposited us in an abandoned subway station beneath Chicago. Water dripped from rusted pipes. Rats scattered from our sudden appearance. The smell of decay and forgotten infrastructure filled my lungs.
"This location is clean," X-Three said, pulling up a portable holographic display. "No surveillance. No quantum signatures. We have maybe six hours before X-One's detection grid adapts to find us again."
"Six hours to start a war between gods." I paced the crumbling platform. "How do we begin?"
"With information. X-One's greatest strength is also his greatest vulnerability—he sees everything. Processes billions of data points simultaneously. But that much information requires interpretation. Requires filtering. Requires trust in the systems doing that filtering." X-Three
