fight me directly-my authority was military, abs

w version. A sympathetic, wronged wife. She gave a tearful interview from Liam' s damaged expo hall, speaking

and jealousy. She talked about his dream for a better city and

in my office, the sound of

ntempt. "Spinning it as a clash between old-world m

s face on the screen. She was crying. I knew those tears

holding up a tablet. "Social media is trending w

ttacking. She was trying to sanitize the memory of my men. To erase their death

g into something harder and more focused. A pure, cold resolve. She wa

me for back-channel maneuver

city' s central plaza. It was a spectacle. A huge stage, massive screens playing clips of Liam' s dro

watched them through a pair of high-powered binocu

ut to speak

sed sad smile on his face. He started talking about his dreams,

t with absolute clarity. She was completely blind. She saw a messiah, not the r

to end. H

aid to Chloe, lowe

Si

ublic square," I said, my voice ha

justice for his men. I was an executioner, and the stage below was my chopping block. I woul