“It’s sending.”

I lay on the floor, my face pressed against the cold concrete, my breathing ragged.

The headache was still there, but the memories were clear now.

I knew exactly who I was, and what they had done to me.

I wasn’t just a soldier.

I was a weapon they had spent twenty years refining.

And I knew how to use myself.

“Natalie,” Mara said, shaking my shoulder.

“Look at the monitor.”

I forced myself up, leaning against the server rack.

Beside the upload progress bar, another window had opened.

It was an active security grid of the estate.

Red dots were moving through the treeline toward the house.

A heavy black SUV was idling at the gate.

“They’re here,” I said, my voice cold and clear.

My training, the very conditioning they had put inside me, took over.

I didn’t feel fear anymore.

I felt focus.

“Voss,” Raymond whispered, staring at the screen.

“And your mother.”

“They brought a full tactical unit,” Mara said, checking her pistol.

“We can’t fight them all.”

“We don’t have to,” I said.