He opens the desk console and keys in a code.
“Conditional clearance,” he says. “Subject: Kalev. Classification: Null.”
The system pings.
He hesitates.
I don’t move.
He adds another line.
“Secondary subjects: Leah Monroe. Clancy Monroe Kalevson.”
My lungs unlock.
“Now the handler.”
Dowron closes his eyes for one second.
Then activates internal comms.
“Code Echo. Detain protocol. Subject: Handler Lydric. Status: Rogue operative. Use of force authorized.”
A voice confirms.
The room feels different.
Lighter.
Hollowed out.
I lift my wrist.
::Transmit resignation packet. Irrevocable.::
The confirmation tone chimes in my ear.
Dowron stares at me.
“You just burned every bridge you ever had.”
I meet his gaze.
“You burned them first.”
I turn.
Walk to the door.
Behind me, he says quietly:
“You could’ve been a god, Kalev.”
I pause.
Not to look back.
“Gods don’t beg for permission.”