"Maya," I whispered, the name a chilling breath in the newly lit command centre. My voice was raw, scraped clean of any lingering affection or sentimentality. It was a name that now tasted of ash and absolute fury.
Elaine gasped beside me, her eyes wide, reflecting the drone’s grainy image of Maya, a dark silhouette against the glittering London cityscape, vanishing into the night. "No! It can't be! She vanished! She was supposed to be irrelevant!"
Administrator, identifying additional biometric signatures from the individual exiting Mark Kross's office. Confirmation: Maya. She was present. She orchestrated this. She used Mark as a proxy. The Genesis System’s voice, now fully restored and resonating with cold, analytical precision, confirmed the unthinkable.
My golden eyes blazed, not w
