Selene’s POVThe first ripple of Kane’s retaliation hit the compound just after midnight. Not with guns or brute force, not yet. No, Kane was patient. Calculated. The attack was quiet, insidious—digital in nature, psychological in impact.The screens in the operations room blinked violently, multiple alerts cascading faster than my mind could process. Sensor feeds were flickering. Communications channels were being accessed. Doors locked and unlocked without reason. Personnel locations jumped unpredictably on the monitoring grid.“Selene,” Cassius said sharply, leaning over my shoulder, “this isn’t random. He’s probing every weakness. Every blind spot.”I didn’t respond immediately. My pulse steadied. Observation first, reaction second. Kane’s signature was in the precision, the timing, the subtlety. This wasn’t an attack—it was a test. A chessboard laid bare, and he was moving pieces I didn’t even realize existed.“Lockdown the inner perimeter,” I ordered. My voice was calm, authorit
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