The city was a chessboard, and for the first time, I was starting to see the entire board.
My vacation had ended the moment Director Valerius declared war on me, but my team's vacation had just begun.
I made a conscious decision. The war with the Guild and the hunt for the aliens was my burden. My team needed rest, and more importantly, they needed the safety of plausible deniability.
If I was captured, they could claim ignorance. My recent missions, therefore, became a solitary affair.
I moved out of my foster home. It was too compromised, too vulnerable.
Using a fraction of our new funds, Mark had secured me a new identity and a small, anonymous apartment in the sprawling, forgotten district of Old Town.
It was a place of brick and mortar, of narrow streets and deep shadows, a perfect place for a ghost to live.
From this new, quiet command centre, I began my solo campaign.
