The international tribunal convened in a city Marcus had never visited before, a building with more security checkpoints than he'd seen since the worst days of the outbreak, though this time the armed guards were there to protect rather than threaten.
Elena sat beside him in the gallery, wearing a dress she'd picked out herself for the occasion, insisting it needed to look "serious enough" for what they were about to do. Priya sat on his other side, laptop closed for once, present as a witness rather than an investigator today.
"You okay?" Marcus asked Elena, noticing her hands twisting together in her lap.
"Nervous," Elena admitted. "Is that weird? I'm not even the one testifying today."
"Not weird at all," Marcus said. "I'm nervous too, and I am testifying."
Reyes sat two rows back,
