Commander Ray's voice echoed in Miles's earpiece, low and resolute. "Yes, Commander Ray," Miles said, standing by the window of the safe house, city lights faintly gleaming in the distance. "Dion is just as important to me as Jehan. This time... I'll take care of it."
There was a short pause, then Ray responded, voice firm but warm. "I believe you, Miles. Take care of yourself—and keep me updated. Just finish this and come home to your family."
Miles gave a curt nod, though Ray couldn't see it. "Copy that, Commander."
The call disconnected.
Miles let out a breath—but just as he lowered the phone, the screen lit up again.A message. Multiple images from Monica.
His eyes narrowed.
As he tapped on the photos, his expression hardened. His pupils focused like a hawk's—jaw clenched.
Without wasting a second, he dialed her. The call connected instantly.
"You were right, boss," Monica's voice came in sharp. "Got visual confirmation—Dion and Jehan just met."
