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A ghost from the past just walked back into his life and lit everything on fire.
58
Ethan
The call comes in at 02:13.
I knew it wasn’t good.
Calls in the middle of the night mean one of two things—someone’s dead, or someone’s about to be.
I’m already reaching for my boots when my secure phone vibrates a second time across the table in the dark safehouse room.
One message.
Move now. Tier One priority. Eyes only.
No location in the text. No details.
Just the kind of order that means the details are bad enough they don’t want them sitting anywhere for more than a few seconds.
I’m dressed and out the door in under three minutes.
Washington is quiet at this hour. Too quiet. The kind of stillness that never lasts.
By the time I step into the underground briefing room, Ronan is already there, leaning against the far wall like a ghost someone forgot to bury. Jonah is seated at the table, elbows onhis knees, jaw tight. Cal stands near the screen with his arms crossed.
Jase and Mila aren’t here.
Good.
They’ve earned a breath.
Daniel sure as hell has.
That leaves me.
Which means whatever this is, it’s mine.
The door opens again.
Director Vale steps inside with two armed agents behind him and a sealed black case in one hand.
His face tells me enough.
This is bad.
“Cross,” he says.
“Director.”
He sets the case on the table but doesn’t open it right away. His gaze sweeps the room once, measuring all of us.
“We intercepted a movement order out of Prague six hours ago.”
Jonah straightens. “Ascendancy?”
