Page 476 of Black Reign

Intelligence recovery.

Threat hunting.

Government work when we trust the government asking.

Private work when we trust the client.

And absolutely no black-market assignments unless you count the time Drew asked me to recover deleted video from his bachelor party.

I refused.

Some information should remain dead.

Xavier and I still work together.

Mostly.

Sometimes working together means sitting side by side for fourteen hours and finishing each other's code.

Sometimes it means shouting in French across a server room while Blackwell Senior leaves because he says listening to married people argue violates international labor standards.

Sometimes Ghost takes one route.

Vesper takes another.

We meet in the middle.

We are very good.

Embarrassingly good.

Senior was right about that.

Together, we became dangerous.

Then Pierre arrived and made the two of us look average.

Our son ends his call.

“Grand-père is coming.”

I close my eyes.

“When?”

“Now.”

Xavier checks his watch.

“He's in Geneva.”

Pierre shrugs.

“He said helicopter.”

I look at my husband.

“No.”