The list burned in my pocket like a live coal.
I walked through the streets of the Core District, the network pulsing in the back of my mind. Twenty-three names. Twenty-three Silent Ones operatives still hiding in the shadows. Twenty-three people who'd been part of the conspiracy to control the city.
I'd spent the night memorizing every detail. Their faces. Their patterns. Their weaknesses.
Now it was time to hunt.
"James," Selene's voice crackled through my earpiece. "I'm in position. Three targets confirmed at the warehouse on Fifth."
"Wait for my signal," I said. "I'm moving into position now."
The warehouse loomed before me, a rusted hulk of corrugated steel and broken windows. The network pulsed, feeding me information—heartbeats, breathing patterns, the subtle shifts of weight
