the obsidian proxy
My mind was already running simulations, calculating the risk-to-reward ratio of every angle.
“You won’t,” The Director said, his tone shifting to pride. “You are going in at the executive level. They recently lost their head of physical and digital defense in a rather unfortunate, abrupt accident. You will replace him. Your new identity, Elias Vance, is a highly-touted independent security consultant who specializes in corporate restructuring after hostile foreign incursions. You are expensive, elusive, and utterly trustworthy. They will be desperate enough to hire you.”
My jaw tightened imperceptibly. Trustworthy. The single word was the ultimate irony, the ultimate lie. It was the core co