The underground facility's command center had transformed into humanity's last coordination point for defending democratic governance. Multiple screens showed Phoenix Legacy's systematic assault unfolding across every continent—government systems failing, financial networks collapsing, emergency appointments positioning unknown operatives in critical roles. But what terrified me most wasn't the scale of their attack.
It was Eddie's fever.
"Temperature is 102.3," the military medic reported, his voice carrying professional calm that couldn't hide his concern. "Onset was rapid—normal vitals two hours ago, now showing signs of systemic infection."
I held my son against my chest, feeling his small body burning with heat that had appeared with the suddenness of something deliberately introdu
