Present Day - Thursday Evening, 6 PM
The military transport plane cuts through Caribbean air with the efficiency of American technology deployed for family salvation.
Aria sits in tactical gear that feels like coming home to muscles that remember training she thought was childhood fitness.
The weight of the assault rifle across her lap triggers memories that rush back with startling clarity.
Target acquisition. Threat assessment. Infiltration protocols.
All disguised as summer camps and after-school programs throughout her manufactured childhood.
"You sure you remember how to use that?" Elena asks, checking her own equipment.
"Like riding a bicycle. Except the bicycle was designed to kill people."
Marcus sits across from them, looking pale in his borrowed tactical vest.
"I still c
