They arrived at noon on a Tuesday. Two men and a woman. They wore Dominion uniforms without insignia. Grey fatigues. Black boots. They carried cases that hummed with a low, invasive frequency.
Commander Halsey escorted them through the gate. She looked tired. The negotiation with the Admiral had cost her something. Respect, perhaps. Or sleep.
"These are the oversight team," Halsey said. She stood on the driveway. The estate loomed behind her. The stones in the path were silent. I had asked Ryder to quiet them for the day.
"Names?" I asked. I stood on the porch. Ezra was beside me. His hand rested near his pocket. Not for a weapon. For comfort.
"Agent Kress," Halsey said, pointing to the woman. "Agent Vane. Agent Mol."
They did not nod. They did not smile. They scanned the house with d
