There was no boot impact. No footsteps. No breath.
Angle was simply there—folded into the system like she'd belong.
Ava's gaze locked immediately.
Sharp. Calculated.
"Why aren't you dead?" she asked flatly. "You were killed, right?"
Angle smiled—not with amusement, but with teeth.
"Guess."
Her voice was low, patient, like a teacher waiting for the wrong answer.
Lucas didn't even flinch. "Please. She probably had something prepaired like everyother military personal."
Angle glanced at him. "Not far off."
"I don't care," Lucas added. "Whatever resurrection trick you pulled, it changes nothing."
Angle looked at Ava again.
"I had a body double. You know how easy it is to fabricate a death. I walked out the back door while others were celebrating my extinguish."
She flexed her fingers—slow, deliberate.
"You don't have to die to disappear, Ava. You just have to let them think you were erased."
