The safehouse was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Marrin and Calvin packed only what they needed, each movement deliberate, methodical. The calm exterior masked the storm within Marrin's mind—her clone's memories still pulsed beneath the surface, sharp as glass, but now tempered by her own awareness.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Calvin asked, tightening the straps on his backpack.
Marrin glanced at him, her eyes glinting with determination. "As ready as I'll ever be. It's time to take the fight to them."
Calvin gave a small nod, though concern lingered in his gaze. "We'll move fast. Hit the first Genesis outpost. Minimal collateral. You take point."
Her lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm not just taking point. I'm rewriting the rules."
The drive was quiet, te
