Se connecter"Eighty years," Anna said. "That's how long they've been at it.""Say that again," Leo said."Eighty years.""I heard you. I just wanted to hear it twice."Nobody smiled. The safe house in Montana had stopped being safe a week ago and turned into something closer to a war room. Maps papered the walls, pinned over each other until the corners curled. Screens glowed in every corner. The whole family had crowded around the long table: Cedric and Gianni at one end, Lily and Mia shoulder to shoulder, Alex with his chair tipped back, Jina, Sera, Elena the clone sitting very straight, and Hope pressed against Cedric's side. She hadn't left it in three days and nobody had the heart to argue.Anna tapped a key. "The Genesis Project predates the Ouroboros Society. It predates Enzo Senior. A group of scientists founded it in the forties. They believed they could engineer a superior human race.""Believed," Mia said."Still believe, as far as I can tell. Enzo was one of their students. He took th
"Turn it up," Gianni said. "Anna, turn it up."Anna found the remote without looking away from the screen. A woman in a navy suit stood outside the Capitol with microphones jammed under her chin, and behind her a crowd was chanting something Cedric couldn't catch yet."...the documents describe kidnappings as routine," the woman said. "Experiments, disappearances, children shuffled between facilities like stock. Congress has called an emergency session.""Emergency." Alex slouched on the couch with a blanket over his knees and a bruise the colour of a plum along his jaw. "They've known for thirty years.""Some of them have." Cedric didn't turn around. "Most never asked.""Is that meant to cheer me up?""No."The picture jumped to a courthouse. Cameras, flashes popping like gunfire. Helen Vance came down the steps with her wrists held out in front of her, hair half undone, the long dark coat swapped for something grey and shapeless. She kept her chin level. She was smiling a little, at
"Move, move, left flank!" Gianni's voice cut through the smoke. "Don't let them reach the trucks!"Cedric was already on his feet. The battle did not last. The Bureau's guards had come to collect one man, and they found themselves ringed by his whole family, outnumbered and outguessed, with nowhere to put their weapons. Rifles clattered onto the tarmac. Somebody shouted surrender and somebody else took it up. Cedric barely heard it."Alex!" Jina was already there, hacking through a zip tie with her blade. "Cedric, he's here, I've got him.""Is he.""Breathing. Annoyed. Yes.""I heard that," Alex croaked from the ground.Cedric let the relief hit him for exactly one second. Then he saw movement at the edge of his vision. A long dark coat, running. Vance was halfway to the far end of the strip, where a helicopter sat with its blades already turning, and she was not looking back."Cedric, no," Gianni started.He didn't hear the rest. He ran flat out, grit stinging his palms, lungs burnin
"Play it again," Cedric said."That's four times." Anna's thumb hovered over the key."Again."She pressed it. The screen stuttered and Alex filled it, one eye swollen shut, a split along his lip already gone dark. He looked straight into the lens like a man reading a line he'd written himself. "Don't come for me. It's a trap. Save the others."The feed cut off mid breath. Cedric's hands had started to shake, so he pushed them flat against the table until the edge dug in."They're torturing him.""They're showing us they can," Gianni said. His voice was level, too level, the way a rope is level right before it takes weight. "That's different.""Is it?""We'll get him back.""You keep saying that.""Because I keep meaning it."Cedric looked away first. A chair creaked behind them. Anna cleared her throat, then again, which was how she announced things she didn't want to announce."There's more. A message came in ten minutes ago. From Vance.""What does she want?""To negotiate.""Of co
"Stairs are gone," Alex shouted over the comm. "They're coming from both sides.""How many?" Cedric didn't slow down."Too many. And Cedric, they aren't regular guards."The alarm swallowed whatever came next. It rattled up through his boots and into his teeth, and every steel door along the corridor hummed with it. He swept the children toward the stairwell with one arm, Hope's hand still gripped in the other. Jina ran at the back counting heads under her breath, losing her place, starting over."Left," she called. "Not right, that corridor floods.""Left," Cedric said, and the children turned all together, like a school of fish.The first guards met them at the landing. Ordinary ones, scared, sloppy, and Alex's people dropped them quickly enough that Cedric let himself hope. Then the doors at the far end slid open and the others walked in.They moved wrong. No shouting, no fumbling at holsters. They had the same flat face, every one of them, and they came down the hall as if the out
"There's a weakness," Cedric said. He still hadn't looked up from the blueprints."In a glacier?" Anna leaned over the table. "It's a mountain of ice with guns bolted on.""The geothermal vents. They heat the lower levels, so somebody had to cut channels through the ice, and nobody guards a pipe.""Those aren't pipes, they're wired. Every inch of that network has sensors.""Then we go slowly.""Through steam. Hot enough to cook a person.""Hot enough to hide one." He finally glanced up. "The Icebox was a military base once. Automated defenses, a few hundred guards, and one bad habit. It trusts its own walls.""I'll lead the infiltration team," Alex said from the doorway.Cedric didn't turn around. "You've never done this for real.""I've been training for it.""Training has rules.""So does the mission. You just gave them to me." Alex stepped inside. "Slowly, through the vents. I can do slowly."Cedric rubbed the bridge of his nose, which bought him a second, then two. Fine. Fine, but
"You start Monday.”Cedric blinked, dragging his attention away from the cop’s mouth, the kind of mouth that looked like it knew how to do very interesting things in bed, not focusing at all on the words being said.Brett had dropped him off at the police station twenty minutes ago with a “good luc
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to your face?”Cedric kept his hood up and his head down, ignoring the pitying looks and questions from late-night commuters on the subway who caught sight of his busted face. He could see the full extent of the damage reflected in the scratched train window,
Cedric stopped, then he turned around slowly.Falcone was looking at him now, really looking, his phone forgotten on the table. His expression was unreadable, but something was happening behind those eyes, some calculation, some recognition that Cedric didn't understand."Come here," Falcone said.
The wire itched.Cedric stood in the club's bathroom, full of black marble and gold fixtures that probably cost more than his entire existence, and stared at his reflection. The crisp white shirt they'd given him was tailored within an inch of its life, tucked into black slacks that actually fit fo







