With the child safely nestled in his arms, Julius stepped out of the bedroom. Anneliese moved slightly, her eyes fluttering open.
"Nnh… Mister…?"
"Sorry," Julius whispered, a small smile touching his lips. "Did I wake you?"
"What is… Mister doing here…?"
"I came to pick you up," he replied. "Let's go home, Anneliese."
"Ahn… okay…"
Her grip loosened as she relaxed against him, closing her eyes once again.
The moment Julius stepped back into the living room, Directorate personnel were already moving in, cleaning up the mess left behind.
Despite still being listed as a probationary officer on paper, it made little difference. With someone like Sabine backing him, any operative without superior clearance stood well below him in the chain of command.
"Throw him into the camp."
"Yes, sir."
One should never spare their enemies.
Given enough time, they would always find a way to return and sink their teeth into you.
And by then, regret would be the only thing left.
