The day had dragged.

  Not because of the classes — those were easy now. Forgettable. They moved past him like scenery in a car window. Lectures, laughter, bells. Routine.

  But Kai wasn’t a student anymore.

  Not really.

  He moved through the halls like a ghost with a secret — surrounded by people who thought the world worked the way it always had. As if the bell marked something important. As if failing a quiz meant something permanent.

  They didn’t know.

  They didn’t feel the weight he did now — the pressure of leadership, the responsibility of transformation, the quiet dread of being watched by forces even he didn’t fully understand.

  Not classmates.

  Pawns.

  Not after-school clubs.

  An organization.

  And the deeper truth: Kai had begun shaping reality itself. Bending biology. Awakening gifts. Testing the rules of a universe that was far less solid than anyone dared to imagine.

  He walked the edge of something no one else could see.

  And some part of him… was already fading from the world everyone else still lived in.

  But theater was different.

  It was the only part of his school life that didn’t feel completely detached. Maybe because it was already about pretending. Maybe because it forced him to be present — to feel things he couldn’t just control or rewrite.

  That made it real, in a strange way.

  The final bell rang.

  Students packed up their bags, chatter rising like static in the background.

  Kai stood at the edge of the room, slipping his hoodie over his shoulders, ready to disappear again — back into the darker world he now called home.

  But then—

  “Hey.”

  He turned.

  Lila stood a few feet away, shoulder resting against the wall, her expression soft but focused. The others were filing out behind her, giving them just enough space.

  “You were gonna sneak out without saying anything?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

  Kai gave a faint smile. “I figured you’d be busy getting ambushed by Brandon’s improv rambling.”

  She laughed lightly.

  She stepped closer, arms loosely crossed. “So… I’ve been thinking.”

  “Dangerous,” Kai said, deadpan.

  “Shut up.” She grinned. “No, seriously. About us grabbing food again sometime. Last time was kind of… nice.”

  Kai tilted his head, the corner of his mouth pulling upward. “You had a good time?”

  “I did,” she said. “Surprisingly. You don’t talk much, but when you do, it’s never boring.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “You should. It was one.” She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice softening. “We should do it again. Soon.”

  Kai studied her for a beat, then nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

  Lila smiled — not wide, but real. “Cool. Then it’s a plan.”

  Before he could reply, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

  He glanced at the screen.

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  Evan.

  Kai answered. “Yeah?”

  Evan’s voice came through steady. “Just a heads-up — the others already headed to the building. I’m out front waiting to pick you up.”

  Kai glanced at Lila, then stepped aside slightly. “Be there in a second.”

  He hung up.

  “Duty calls?” Lila asked, already sensing the shift.

  Kai gave a slight nod. “Something like that.”

  “Well,” she said, backing up toward the door, “don’t keep your mysterious life waiting.”

  Kai chuckled. “No promises.”

  As she turned to go, she paused and looked back at him once more.

  “Next time,” she said, “I’m picking the place.”

  Then she was gone.

  Kai stood alone for a moment in the empty theater room, the silence folding gently around him again.

  Then he turned and walked out into the fading day.

  The air outside was cooler than it had been all day — that strange, in-between hour where the sun hadn’t vanished, but the light had lost its warmth. The sky wore the color of quiet metal, and the wind carried the sounds of a world winding down: distant traffic, a skateboard wheel hitting pavement, someone laughing too loud across the quad.

  Kai stepped down the stone path leading away from the theater building, his mind already pulling back into the deeper currents beneath the surface of his life.

  Across the parking lot, the black SUV was idling — sleek, polished, like a shadow waiting for him.

  Evan stood outside the driver’s door, arms folded.

  He spotted Kai and opened the rear door without a word.

  Kai nodded in greeting and slid in.

  The door shut with a soft thunk, sealing the world out.

  Evan got behind the wheel and shifted into drive.

  They pulled off smoothly.

  For a few moments, the only sound was the quiet hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of tires against pavement.

  “You good?” Evan asked, eyes on the road.

  “Yeah,” Kai said, leaning his head back against the seat. “Just tired.”

  Evan didn’t push. He rarely did.

  But after a beat, he added, “The others got there quick. Felix was messing with the building’s security feed when I left. Said he was gonna upgrade the facial recognition system.”

  “Good,” Kai murmured. “It’s time we start tightening things.”

  “You worried?”

  Kai looked out the window. Buildings passed in streaks of glass and brick. Somewhere above the skyline, a plane cut across the clouds — silent, distant, unaware.

  “I’m… thinking ahead,” he said.

  There was a pause.

  Then Evan added, “You know, back when we first started… none of us expected this.”

  Kai turned slightly. “Expected what?”

  “This,” Evan gestured with his free hand. “The trucks. The missions. The Watchers. The new building. The… changes.”

  Kai understood.

  “I didn’t expect it either,” Kai said quietly.

  The SUV turned onto a quieter street — one that led toward the edges of the city, where the new building waited, tucked behind glass walls and mirrored doors.

  Evan nodded slowly, eyes still forward. “You’re not the same, you know.”

  “Since you’ve been working for the watchers, you seem to have everything under control.”

  Kai didn’t answer.

  He let that line float — ambiguous, layered.

  Let Evan believe what he wanted.

  Let all of them believe what they needed to.

  Because the Watchers didn’t exist.

  But Kai did.

  And sometimes belief — even borrowed belief — was enough to shape the world.

  The SUV rolled to a smooth stop beneath the overhang of the glass building. Evan stepped out first, circling around to open the rear door.

  Kai stepped out into the cool shade, eyes briefly trailing up the sleek face of the structure that now housed the organization. It didn’t look like anything special from the outside — which, of course, was the point. From the street, it was just another office tower. No signs, no flash.

  But inside, it was different.

  Inside, the lobby was quiet and clean — black marble floor, low music, potted plants standing like silent guards in the corners.

  The receptionist, a woman in a navy blazer with a sharp smile, looked up from her screen. “Mr. Kai. Mr. Evan. Welcome back.”

  Kai offered a polite nod. She didn’t know who they really were — not entirely. But Leonard had coached her well.

  She pressed a button. “Top floor’s cleared for you.”

  They stepped into the elevator. The doors shut. A soft ding echoed above as the numbers climbed.

  When the doors opened again, they entered a different world.

  The top floor was sleek, modern — a blend of shadows and light, with frosted glass walls, quiet hums of tech, and the faintest trace of cedar in the air. The centerpiece was the command room — a wide, high-ceilinged space with a grand table in the center and workstations around the edges.

  At the far end, Felix sat in front of a bank of monitors, glowing screens casting cold light across his face. Next to him was Lina, eyes locked on code scrolling across one display, her fingers flying quietly across a second keyboard.

  Across the room, Iris and Mara were in the middle of a low, serious conversation. Their brows furrowed, body language sharp but quiet.

  Jonah, Marcus, and Darren sat a few seats away, listening — or eavesdropping, depending on how you looked at it.

  But the moment Kai stepped in, everything paused.

  All heads turned toward him.

  A beat of silence.

  Then, in unison — half serious, half teasing:

  “Hey, boss.”

  Kai gave them a nod as he stepped forward. “Evening.”

  Felix leaned back in his chair, swiveling slightly toward him. “Everything’s set,” he said. “I ran the recon sweep, cleaned up the channels, prepped the gear logs. Leonard’s on his way up now.”

  Kai approached the monitors, glancing over Felix’s shoulder.

  “What am I looking at?” he asked.

  Felix tapped a few keys and pulled up a file.

  Before Kai could study it, a soft ping came from the monitor’s corner — a camera feed.

  Felix pointed at the screen. “That’s him now.”

  In the camera window, Leonard stood at the elevator doors. Same dark coat, same heavy boots, same slow, deliberate posture.

  Felix pressed a button, and the entrance to their floor clicked open with a soft hiss.

  Moments later, Leonard stepped into the room, his voice gravelly but smooth.

  “Evening.”

  “Leonard,” Kai said with a nod.

  Leonard crossed the room and took a seat at the head of the long table. He looked around, waiting for everyone else to gather.

  One by one, the team slid into their places around the table. Even Felix and Lina left their screens, settling in near the end.

  Leonard placed a worn folder on the table — physical, not digital — and tapped it once.

  “This one’s… delicate,” he began. “Came in through a referral. Someone with money. Influence. But no trust in the usual systems.”

  He looked around the room, voice steady.

  “A businessman. Old money. Real estate, oil, international holdings. He keeps a low profile, but his reach is wide. He’s the type of client who never comes to people like us unless he’s out of options.”

  He opened the folder. Inside, a photo — a girl, maybe seventeen or eighteen. Wavy dark hair, bright eyes, smiling in a moment that had no idea what was coming.

  Leonard turned the photo toward them.

  “His daughter.”

  The room went still.

  Leonard continued. “Vanished two nights ago. No signs of forced entry. No digital breadcrumbs. No ransom. No communication. Just… gone.”

  Mara leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “What’s the catch?”

  Leonard met her gaze. “He doesn’t want the police involved. At all. He says it’ll draw the wrong attention — from enemies, press, and people who’d exploit the situation.”

  Jonah frowned. “Then how’d he hear about us?”

  “Through the art gallery,” Leonard said. “The woman you helped during the stolen painting job. She passed your name along. Said you handled things quietly. Effectively.”

  A flicker of pride passed through the room — just enough to register.

  Kai stayed quiet, absorbing.

  Leonard pushed the folder slightly toward him. “He’s asking for full discretion. Discreet observation, digital tracking, offline investigation if possible. He doesn’t want noise. He wants results.”

  Kai picked up the photo and studied it.

  “Name?” he asked.

  Leonard nodded. “Natalie Shard. Last seen at her father’s penthouse. Midtown. She never made it to school the next morning. No signs of forced anything. Her car’s still in the garage. No calls. No texts.”

  Lina was already pulling her laptop closer. “I can start with the building’s security feed. See if there’s any external breach.”

  Felix cracked his knuckles. “And I’ll check for phone signals or app pings. Even if her phone’s off, if it was on recently, I’ll find it.”

  Leonard nodded, pleased. “I knew you were the right team for this.”

  He stood slowly, pushing back his chair. “Everything we have is in that folder. The father’s expecting a report by the end of the week — initial progress only. He doesn’t care what you find, as long as it’s quiet and fast.”

  Kai looked up. “And if we find something he doesn’t like?”

  Leonard paused.

  “Then we’re careful how we say it.”

  With that, he stepped out, leaving the photo and the pressure behind.

  Kai stared at the image again, the smiling girl frozen in time.

  Then he looked up at the team — his team.

  No more small cases. No more local thefts or cold trails.

  This was the beginning of something bigger.

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