“They cannot be fought through traditional channels,” the President says. “Because they are the channels.”
Daniel’s voice is barely a whisper.
“Jesus…”
The President leans forward slightly.
“If you have this… then you are already a target.”
Jase lets out a humorless breath. “Yeah, no kidding.”
The President’s gaze hardens.
“Trust no one.”
My chest tightens.
Because we already learned that the hard way.
“Not your superiors. Not your allies. Not even those you believe are clean.”
Jase glances at Daniel.
Just for a second.
Daniel notices.
Doesn’t react.
But I do.
I feel it.
That tension.
That line still there.
The President’s final words hit like a hammer.
“Find the ones who are still willing to fight… and burn the rest.”
The screen cuts.
Silence.
Heavy.
Final.
Then—
The doors behind us EXPLODE inward.
Gunfire erupts.
“CONTACT!” Jase roars.
He grabs me—pulls me down as bullets rip through the air where I was standing half a second ago.
