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Soft Target

作者: Morayo's ink
last update 公開日: 2026-03-10 18:27:58

Luca's Pov

The first call came just before dawn.

Kai’s phone vibrated against the metal table in the operations room. The sound was soft but something about the way she looked at the screen made the air shift.

Kai was not a woman who was startled easily.

She stared at the number for a second too long before answering.

“Yes.”

Her voice carried its usual flat calm, the kind she used when she was working deep inside systems that could destroy lives with a single keystroke.

I watched her face slow
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