Page 165 of Black Reign

Naturally he does.

“What do you need?”

His eyes narrow slightly.

“Straight to business.”

“It’s two in the morning.”

“Five in Monaco.”

“Congratulations on understanding time zones.”

He ignores that.

“We have a problem.”

I look toward Vesper’s glass.

“Get in line.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

My father shifts papers somewhere beyond the camera.

“One of the legacy partitions was accessed.”

That gets my attention.

“When?”

“Earlier today.”

“Which system?”

Pause.

Too long.

My posture changes.

“Which system?”

His answer is one word.

“ARGUS.”

I stop.

ARGUS.

I haven't heard the designation spoken aloud in years.

Not since I was young enough to still believe everything Blackwell built was designed to protect people.

“What was accessed?”