“Move like you’re already dead.”
The words looped in my head as I tightened the straps on the visor, checked the holsters, and felt the familiar weight of the weapons on my body. Rogue wasn’t a persona I slipped into casually. He wasn’t Adrian Cross with a temper. He wasn’t the man who hesitated or second-guessed. Rogue was precision incarnate, born in darkness, honed in fire, and tonight… I needed him more than ever.
The city outside had gone silent under a blanket of snow, the December chill curling through the alleys, but inside me, everything roared. My heart beat to a rhythm I didn’t recognize
....too fast, too loud, too deliberate. I adjusted the comm in my ear and heard Zee’s voice, low, tight, urgent.
“Adrian, you’re clear on the layout. The Syndicate’s trying to provoke you, b
