The morning sun cast long shadows across the safe house.
Alex sat in the command center, staring at the tactical display. The war against Victoria Cross was over. The Aegis Initiative was in ruins. The suppression technology had been destroyed.
But the world was still broken. Still fractured.
The Alphas were safe, but they were also isolated. Feared. Hated. The humans who had once supported them were now turning against them, blaming them for the chaos that had engulfed the world.
"We have a problem," Sebastian said, appearing in the doorway. "A new one."
Alex looked up. "What kind of problem?"
"A human resistance group. They're calling themselves the Purists. They believe that Alphas are a threat to humanity and must be eliminated."
Alex felt a chill run down his spine. "How many?"
