The city was alive with lights and sounds, but Marrin felt only the pulse of danger. Every street, every alley, every reflected shadow in a shop window seemed to hold hidden eyes. Genesis had learned from the warehouse strike—they were cautious now, but Marrin was faster, smarter, and armed with knowledge no operative could anticipate.
Calvin drove in silence, his jaw tight, eyes scanning for any sign of movement. Marrin sat beside him, fingers tapping lightly on her leg, her mind already working three steps ahead.
We track them through their digital trails, her clone whispered. Every signal, every encrypted message—they can't hide.
Marrin nodded. "Yes. And we'll use their own paranoia against them. Make them think we're everywhere and nowhere at once."
Their first target was a mid-lev
