JULY 6TH, 2133 — THE FOLLOWING DAY

SOLTERRA, NETHERIA

Saymon looked through his Bratva android, Yuri,

and shuffled the deck of cards.

Drew the first:

Two of Pentacles.

Two paths.

Two fates.

One would fall.

He smiled casually,

running a hand through his hair—

half white, half dark brown.

His amber eyes met the gaze of the Father,

one of Netheria’s leaders.

“They succeeded.”

The Father leaned forward.

“This can’t leak.

The Bratva must never know we took their so-called most powerful weapon.”

Saymon raised his eyebrows.

“It won’t.”

The Father held his gaze.

“Make sure of it.”

Saymon drew another card.

Smirked.

He didn’t need to say a name.

The Father already knew who should take that mission.

Unbeatable.

Lethal.

“Call Maia and Kiara.”