That lands.
Hard.
Behind me, I feel Havoc shift slightly.
Not stopping me.
Backing me.
Always backing me.
The agent studies me.
Long.
Then—
“You think we’re the enemy,” he says.
“I think I don’t know who the enemy is,” I reply. “And that’s worse.”
A beat.
Then—
He nods once.
Like he respects that answer.
Or maybe just acknowledges it.
“Fair,” he says.
That surprises me.
But only for a second.
Because then—
“That’s exactly why you need to come with us.”
No.
“No,” I say again.
Stronger.
Final.
“I’m staying here.”
His gaze flicks to Havoc.
Then back to me.
“And if I don’t give you a choice?”
The room freezes.