The bullet struck the Director between the eyes.
Vance stood over the body, his Sig still smoking. The man who had orchestrated the Collective, who had manipulated the Omega Initiative, who had pulled strings from the shadows for decades—was dead.
But his last words echoed in Vance's mind.
*"Your father is not who you think he is. He's been playing you from the beginning."*
Vance shook his head, trying to clear the thought. The Director was a liar. A manipulator. His dying words were meant to sow doubt, to create chaos.
But the seed had been planted.
His father was waiting outside, his face pale. "Vance, is it done?"
"It's done. The Director is dead."
"Then we've won."
"Have we?" Vance looked at his father. "He said something before he died. He said you've been playing me. That th
