The server room was quiet. It was 04:00 AM. The crew was asleep, and the safehouse was dark. Lisa sat at her console, the glow of six monitors illuminating her face while her glasses reflected the scrolling code. She had been working for eight hours without sleep. On the central screen, a file was open. It was encrypted, and she had broken the lock an hour ago. The title was simple: Subject S. Parallel Track.
Below it were photos, training logs, and evaluation reports. Sophie's face stared back from the digital archive. She was younger, her hair was shorter, and she held a rifle. Lisa leaned back and rubbed her temples. Her eyes were dry. She had a choice to make.
Option One: Report to Isaac. Protocol demanded it; hidden assets were risks, and risks must be mitigated.
Option Two: Report to Dante. He was the leader and had a right to know who stood beside him.
Option Three: Handle it herself.
