LOGINIvan's Pov
I waited until after midnight.
I had been lying in bed for two hours telling myself Nikolai was right and patience was the correct move and I needed to let Ace come back on his own. Then I got up and went downstairs.
The kitchen light was already on.
Ace was at the counter with a glass of water, not drinking it, just holding it. He looked up when I came in and something in his fa
Ace's PovThree days of it was enough.Three days of good morning with nothing behind it and mugs left outside doors without knocking and corridor passes where everyone nodded and kept walking. Three days of dinners where the conversation stayed shallow and nobody reached across the distance.I had asked for the distance and they had given it to me. The wall was mine and they had simply accepted it, somehow that acceptance was the part I could not get past.I had told myself I did not care. I had said it plainly and clearly and I had meant it, or I had meant to mean it, then three days of being given exactly what I asked for had made something in my chest do something I was not prepared for.It was not anger. I could have worked with anger.It was quieter than that. It sat behind my sternum, did not have a name and I could not reason my way around it because every time I tried to locate it and dismiss it, it moved.On the third morning I sat at the breakfast counter while both of the
Nikolai’s PovThe decision came at two in the morning.I had been awake since the conversation with Ivan, working through the options the way I worked through everything that mattered, slowly and without shortcuts.Option one: go to Ace, tell him what we knew, accept that the evidence was incomplete and ask him to trust us anyway. Risk: if he was already far enough gone with the doubt he would not trust the information and we would have shown Morozov our hand.Option two: pull the contact entirely. Cut every supervised outing until the sweep was complete and Morozov had nothing to work with. Risk: Ace would see it as punishment or control and pull further away.Option three: give Ace the distance he was asking for. Stop pressing, stop trying to reach him across the gap, let the daily rhythms continue without warmth. Keep the outings running so Morozov still thought he had time. Work the investigation from the outside and let the proof come.
Ivan’s PovI found Nikolai in his office and closed the door.He looked up from his desk. "I heard," he said."How much.""Enough." He set his pen down. "Sit down."I sat. "He asked about the end date. He asked about a man we were seen with outside." I looked at Nikolai. "Someone gave him a specific story. Not just the timeline. A scene. Something visual enough to stick.""Morozov escalated.""Yes." I put both hands on the armrest. "I told him the scene was not true. He asked how he could know that and I had nothing that would have helped."Nikolai was quiet."He is not wrong that we have not told him things," I said. "He is sitting in that room with a fabricated story and a real grievance and no way to tell which parts are which.""I know." Nikolai opened his desk drawer and took out a folder. He set it between us. "The sweep came back this morning."I opened it. The cover identity for
Ace’s PovI had been holding it for two days and then I stopped holding it.It was not a plan. It was not even a decision exactly. Ivan came into the library at seven in the evening and said dinner was ready and something in the ordinary ease of it, the way he said it like everything was normal, just broke whatever had been keeping me steady."I know," I said.He stopped in the doorway. "Know what.""I do not want to talk about it." I put the book down and stood up. "I am not hungry.""Ace.""I said I am not hungry."He came into the room and stopped a few feet away. "What is going on.""Nothing." I looked at the shelf. "Can you leave me alone.""No." He crossed his arms. "Talk to me.""I have nothing to say.""That is not true. You have been quiet for a week and now you are telling me to leave and you will not look at me." He kept his voice level but there was something tighter in it. "Tell me what is happening."I looked at him then. "How long."He went still. "How long what.""How
Sergei’s PovThe sweep results would come back within twenty four hours. I knew it without Rem telling me. Nikolai Volkov was methodical and when he went deeper on a cover identity the seams eventually showed.The proxy trace had gotten close once already. A full payroll and cell tower sweep would get the rest of the way.I had one day. Maybe less.I called my contact and moved up the pharmacy outing. It took two hours to arrange and cost a favour I had been saving but it happened.Thursday morning, eleven o'clock, Ace out with one guard for a fifteen minute window.I was in position on the street by ten forty.He came out of the building at eleven past and I fell into step going the same direction, unhurried, like I had been walking that way already."You look better than last week," I said.
Nikolai's PovIt was a dinner, wednesday evening. The three of us at the table.Ivan had said something about the book Ace was reading and Ace had looked up and opened his mouth to respond and then there was a half second pause before he answered. Small. The kind of gap most people would never notice.I noticed.It was not a thinking pause. It was a deciding pause. He had landed on his response before that half second and used the half second to decide whether to give it. He gave a shorter version of what he had been about to say and looked back at his plate.That was not Ace being quiet. That was Ace managing.Something had gotten to him, not the general doubt from last week, something more specific. Something with a shape, i knew the difference because the general doubt had made him quieter but still present. This was different. He was still at the table, still answering, still saying good night when he went upstairs. But something behind it had moved to a different position.Aft
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