Off Limits
A soft, rhythmic chime echoed through the earpiece, followed by a brief second of static that sounded like rain falling on a distant roof.
Then, the static cleared.
A breath cut through the line—short, measured, and perfectly precise. It was followed by a low, gravelly rasp that was thick with blood, raw pain, and an absolute, unyielding intensity that immediately sent a sharp, electric heat racing down my spine.
"The mobile terminal is initialized," Peter’s voice said through my skull.