“He’s opening the last memory chamber of the old imperial system.”
Xenon leaned in, whispering, “Veronica, what do we do now?”
Veronica opened her eyes. Her gaze was cold. Firm.
“We’re not intervening. Not yet.”
“We’re waiting for them to come out?”
Veronica nodded.
“And when they do, we’ll make sure everything they took doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”
Time passed slowly in the underground spare room. A thin layer of dust fell from the ceiling every time someone moved, and the sound of an old recording still played on a worn tape player. Veronica and Xenon remained silent in the shadow of the vent, watching the fragments of history that had been deliberately hidden.
Then the recording changed. It was no longer a secret meeting, but a confession.
“We were given two choices, to
