Pierce Danger’s POV
The Next Morning – Sector Omega, Harris’ Office
The air inside Harris’ quarters always smelled like old paper and smoke. Like forgotten wars and whispered truths.
He leaned forward behind his desk, eyes narrowed as Violet dropped the data chip onto his palm like a live grenade.
“We found the Final Four,” she said coldly. “And the purge list.”
Harris turned the chip over, his jaw clenched. “Where?”
“Sublevel Three,” I said.
“We broke into the War Room.”
He stiffened.
“That level’s been sealed since—”
“Since Luthor took over,” Violet cut in.
“Exactly. He’s building an army, Harris. And we’re all on the chopping block.”
He inserted the chip into a black terminal, one of the last off-grid devices in the school. The files pulled up in glitchy reds and grays. Harr
