The implications of Harper’s words settled slowly, like dust after a controlled blast. No one spoke right away. Calculations ran behind narrowed eyes, instincts measuring risk against necessity. It wasn’t fear that lingered in the air—but scrutiny.
Dominic frowned, leaning forward slightly. “Who are these men? Can they be trusted to be part of this?”
Before Harper could speak, Alice’s voice cut through the tension—calm and certain. “Yes.”
All eyes swung to her. She nodded once, slow and sure, as if confirming something everyone should already know.
“Those are Hudson and Cruz,” she began, her tone even, factual.
“They were born into the program. Their parents are senior operators within Seiei Butai’s external division—our legacy security arm, responsible for protecting the Takahashi fa
