LOGINThe blue sedan roared down the highway bypass, its windshield wipers slapping violently against the glass as the city lights of Geneva blurred into long, watery streaks. Inside, the only illumination came from the screen of Cassian’s laptop, casting a cold blue glow over the four boys.Eli’s breathing was still shallow, his palm tightly sweating against the stolen digital drive. He stared at the dashboard, his mind racing to connect the pieces that Julian Vance had just thrown at them in the vault."It doesn't make sense," Eli said, his voice cutting through the hum of the heater. "Julian said Mira’s mother structured the settlement five years ago. If the Solene family was that deep in the Senator’s pocket, how did Mira get ahold of the proxy tokens? Why did Raphael have the key?"Lucien didn't look away from the road, his hands steady on the wheel despite the speed. "Because Mira and Raphael weren't working for the board, Eli. They were trying to build their own leverage."Cassian f
Lucien rose to his feet in a single, fluid motion, his wet sneakers making a faint, sticky sound against the linoleum. He didn't wipe the gray drainage water from his face. His green eyes were completely fixed on the sliver of light cutting through the open vault door at the end of the central lane. He reached down, his fingers catching the sleeve of Eli’s jacket to pull him up behind his shoulder as they moved silently toward the threshold.Every step down the narrow corridor felt weighted. Eli kept his breath shallow, his boots aligning perfectly with Lucien’s shadow to minimize the sound of their approach. The space narrowed as they neared the heavy steel casing of the vault entry, the illumination shifting from the dim yellow of the maintenance hall to a sharp, clinical brightness.The interior of the vault was wide, lined with reinforced steel cabinets and illuminated by a harsh, blue-tinted overhead light. The air smelled strongly of ozone and shredded paper. Rows of heavy
The side alley behind the Rue du Rhône financial pavilion was tight, shadowed by the concrete overhang of the main building and smelling heavily of wet stone and old iron. Rain dripped from the high drainage pipes in a steady, rhythmic slap against the asphalt.Lucien led the way toward the rear of the loading dock, his boots making no sound as he stopped in front of a heavy, rectangular iron grate set directly into the concrete foundation. The bars were thick, rusted red at the edges, and secured to the frame by four massive industrial bolts that had been sealed with thick grease to prevent water damage."This is the secondary intake," Lucien said, his voice dropping below the steady rumble of the building's central heating exhaust above them. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a compact, adjustable steel wrench he had taken from the airfield locker. "The blueprint Cassian pulled shows this shaft drops six feet before it intersects with the main drainage line for the vau
The blue sedan slipped into the subterranean parking deck beneath the Rue du Rhône, its wet tires squealing softly against the smooth, painted concrete floor. Lucien drove all the way down to the lowest level, bypassing the brightly lit rows near the elevator banks until he found an unlit bay tucked behind a massive concrete support column. He killed the engine, but left the auxiliary power running so the dashboard screen didn't lose its connection to Cassian’s terminal."We stay split," Lucien said, shifting his weight to look back at the rear seat. "Cassian, you and Noah monitor the local precinct frequencies from here. If the building’s private security detail triggers a manual override on the vaults, I want to know before the central alarm hits the floor.""The encryption is holding," Cassian replied, his fingers flying across his laptop keys as the blue lines of the financial block’s layout pulsed on his screen. "But the biometric keys they’re using at the front desk are linke
The private jet cut through the clouds, shaking violently for three long seconds as the landing gear dropped with a heavy, mechanical clank beneath the floorboards. The pilot’s voice crackled once over the cabin intercom, short and flat, announcing their descent into the private airfield on the outskirts of Geneva.Eli didn't look out the window. His fingers were still hooked into the strap of his duffel bag, his knuckles slightly white as he watched the digital altimeter on the dashboard drop rapidly toward zero. The cold sweat from his nightmare had dried against his neck, leaving his skin feeling tight and cold under the collar of his t-shirt.Lucien sat perfectly straight in the adjacent seat, his long fingers quickly buttoning his dark uniform jacket before he reached down to pull the heavy box of 2021 registers closer to his boots. The soft, loose expression he had worn right after Eli woke up was completely gone, replaced by that rigid, freezing mask he used whenever he had to
The line went completely dead for a second, the static on the other end of the phone hissing softly into Eli’s ear like the sound of dry leaves scraping against concrete. He kept his shoulder pressed against the wall of the Bee Hive dorm, his fingers tightening around the cold plastic casing of the device until his knuckles turned a sharp, bloodless white. "Mom?" he repeated, his voice dropping into a tighter, harder register. He looked down at Lucien, who was still resting his head against Eli’s chest, his breathing slow and even, completely oblivious to the sudden shift in the room. "Eli," a voice said on the other end, but it wasn’t his mother’s. It was flat, formal, and entirely devoid of any rhythm that belonged to their small house in the southern district. It sounded like the administrative proctors from the main block, or the corporate secretaries who handled the housing logs. "This is the regional precinct supervisor for the district hospital. We need you to identify a cle
The ticket was in Eli’s email at six in the morning on Thursday and he stared at it for a long time before he texted Noah who had been spending a lot of time in Cassian’s dorm. ‘He bought me a first class ticket’ Noah’s reply came in thirty seconds. ‘Obviously he did, It’s a five hour flight Noa
The Vale estate looked the same.That was the first thing Lucien noticed when the car turned through the gates, the way the house sat at the top of the drive exactly as it always had.He had grown up in this house and left for Saint Aurelius and came back for holidays and left again and the house h
Cassian had been in the Lion’s Den common room for forty minutes doing nothing useful.He had his laptop open and a council document he was supposed to be reviewing on the screen.A coffee that had gone cold beside him, and he had read the same paragraph six times and it still meant nothing, becaus
Eli almost walked past the gym.It was past ten, and he was coming back from the Bee’s Hive kitchen with tea, and the gym lights were on which wasn’t unusual.The gym closed at nine on weekdays and the lights being on at ten fifteen meant someone had stayed after or let themselves in, and the only







