“Find her,” I say quietly.
Because if I remove the observer—
The system loses meaning.
And meaning…
Is everything.
82
Aaron
Location: Swiss Alps — Night
Time: 3:01
The air cuts clean.
Thin. Cold. Unforgiving.
Perfect for disappearing.
Perfect for killing.
Snow crunches softly under controlled steps as we move through the dark.
No wasted motion.
No sound we don’t allow.
This is where Delta Five lives—
in the space between awareness and impact.
Ethan Cross is already gone.
No signal. No trace.
Just absence.
Which means he’s exactly where he needs to be.
Cal Johnson moves behind me—silent, precise, covering angles that don’t exist…
until they do.
Lance kneels at the side entrance, hands steady as he wires the charge.
Not rushed.
Not tense.
Certain.
Jace stands off to the side, scanning the perimeter, that same dangerous grin still in place.
Like this is a game he already knows how to win.
