Kaelen cornered Elias on a high catwalk overlooking the churning turbines below. Elias held the drive over the edge."She’ll kill you too, Kaelen! Once you're no longer useful, you’re just another target!" Elias screamed over the roar of the machinery.

But Elias wasn't alone. He had hired a group of "Scrappers"—freelance mercenaries who specialized in protecting those the Director wanted gone. Kaelen watched from the rafters as the Scrappers fortified the ground floor. He didn't use a gun; he preferred the efficiency of wires and shadows.

"Go. If she thinks I'm still hunting you, she won't send a second team yet."Elias stared in shock. "Why?"Kaelen looked toward the city skyline, where the Director’s tower loomed. "I'm tired of saying 'Yes, mam.'"