LOGINThe call came at four AM, three days after X's failed trap.Rebecca's voice, panicked in a way I had never heard. "Grace is sick. Quantum poisoning. She was exposed when you phase-shifted while pregnant. The instability transferred to her genetically. She is dying, Eva. You need to come now.""Where are you?""Sending coordinates. But Eva—X will track you here. He is monitoring your quantum signature constantly. You come to Grace, you lead him straight to her.""I do not care. Tell me where."Rebecca sent the location. A clinic in rural Montana. Six hours away by car. I was in a vehicle with Albert before I finished reading the message."It is a trap," Albert said, driving at dangerous speeds. "X is using Grace to draw you out.""I know. But she is my daughter. She is dying. What choice do I have?""None. That is why it works." Albert's hands tightened on the wheel. "We are walking into whatever X planned knowing it is planned and doing it anyway."We arrived at dawn. The clinic was s
X's first order arrived at dawn through an encrypted message that burned itself after I read it.*Target: Director Sarah Chen. Location: Federal Building, Office 847. Deadline: 6 hours. Method: Quantum dissolution. Make it look like natural phase-shift failure. Evidence of my involvement cannot exist. Fail and Samuel dies. Succeed and he lives another week. The clock starts now.*I stared at the ashes where the message had been. X wanted me to kill Chen. The one federal agent actually trying to stop him. The one person with resources to investigate Project Blackstone properly.Of course he did."You are not doing this," Antonio said, reading over my shoulder before the message dissolved."I have to. Samuel—""Samuel would rather die than watch you become a murderer for X." Antonio grabbed my flickering hands. "And we have another option. We fake it. Make X think you killed Chen while actually extracting her from his reach. Use his own quantum technology against him.""How?""Your inst
X stood before me, distortion mask removed, face finally visible.And it was nobody.Not figuratively. Literally. The face underneath the mask was smooth, featureless—a blank canvas of synthetic skin with no distinguishing characteristics. No nose. No lips. No features at all except two dark spaces where eyes should be."Surprised?" X's voice came from speakers embedded in the synthetic flesh. "You expected someone you knew. Someone you trusted. A dramatic revelation that would explain everything." The featureless face tilted. "But I am nobody, Eva. I erased my own face decades ago. Replaced it with this—adaptable synthetic tissue that can become anyone. Or no one. Perfect disguise. Perfect anonymity.""That is impossible—""Project Blackstone made many impossible things possible. This face is one of them." X moved closer. Samuel was screaming, trying to crawl away despite his medical equipment. "Your uncle knows. He watched the procedure. Watched me volunteer to have my identity surg
Federal interrogation rooms were designed to break people.Four white walls. One metal table. Two chairs. A mirror that was obviously one-way glass. Fluorescent lights that hummed at a frequency designed to induce anxiety. I had been sitting here for six hours with no water, no phone, no contact with anyone.Director Chen finally entered with coffee and a file folder."Drink," she ordered, sliding the cup across. "You look like hell.""Funny. I feel worse." I did not touch the coffee. "Where is my family? Albert, Victoria, the others—""Separate facilities. Being questioned about X, about the clubs, about six hundred dead bikers whose deaths can be traced back to your war." Chen opened the folder. "You are in significant legal trouble, Ms. Morrison. But I am offering a deal. Full cooperation. Tell us everything you know about X. Help us build a case. And maybe—maybe—you see your daughter again before she is eighteen.""Grace—""Is safe. That is all you get to know. Rebecca Cross arran
My childhood home was not a home anymore.The fire that consumed it when I was ten had left only foundation and skeletal remains. Blackened timber. Crumbled brick. Memories turned to char. We arrived at three AM, headlights cutting through darkness, illuminating ruins that should have stayed buried."This is where you grew up?" Victoria asked, stepping carefully through debris."For ten years. Then someone burned it down. Marcus said it was an accident. Electrical fire." I moved toward what used to be the kitchen. "But he was lying. Someone tried to kill us. Tried to destroy whatever was hidden here.""And failed," Albert added, thermal scanner in hand. "I am reading hollow spaces beneath the foundation. Large cavity. Maybe twenty feet by thirty. Your father's bunker."Hammer found the entrance behind a collapsed chimney. Steel hatch, fire-scarred but intact. Combination lock that should have been impossible to crack.I entered my birthday. Wrong. Marcus's birthday. Wrong. Grace's bir
Antonio Cross moved like violence incarnate.My grandfather—supposedly dead for forty years—tore through Alpha Squad with precision that made Albert's combat skills look amateur. Three nodes down in thirty seconds. The others retreating, their network processing this impossible variable they had not been programmed to handle."Regroup!" Derek ordered, backing toward the exit. "Priority override—unknown hostile, combat capability extreme. Request immediate—"Antonio shot him mid-sentence. Derek's enhanced body sparked and collapsed."Hate interruptions," Antonio said, reloading. "Eva, you alright?""You are dead," I managed. "Marcus told me—""Marcus told you what I needed him to believe. Been working deep cover for four decades. Infiltrating organizations. Following money trails. Hunting the architect behind every major crime family in North America." Antonio helped Albert to his feet. "And I finally found him. Found X. Know exactly who he is.""Then tell us!""Cannot. Not here. This







