POV: The Broker
The chamber was bathed in cold light, sterile and silent, except for the rhythmic drip of condensation hitting the floor near the far wall. A flat-screen monitor flickered above a long table where I sat, alone, save for the shadow that stood just outside the reach of the light.
Footage played without sound. A forest clearing. Three of my men—expendable, nameless—stood across from her.
Zero.
Or the version of her that existed now. She was thinner, a little slower, the uncertainty in her posture revealing the cracks in my design. But even broken, even fragmented, she moved with the grace I had spent years perfecting.
She still had the instinct to kill. She just didn’t know why.
I paused the video as Alpha Moore entered the frame, his movements precise and controlled, th
