Chapter Sixty-Five: Confirmation
Facility Breach
John had grown tired of waiting in the cold shadow of the facility. Ryo had slipped inside ten minutes ago. Every instinct told him to leave her to whatever ghosts she was chasing, but instead he dropped to his knees and followed her path through the entry breach. The tunnel reeked of metal and damp concrete. His shoulders brushed the narrow walls.
He almost made it to the junction when a voice whispered from behind him.
"Where are we going, John?"
Startled, he jolted and landed flat on his back, hand on his pistol. Ryo crouched over him with unnerving calm, closing the distance until her eyes met his. She didn't blink. She didn't repeat herself.
"I was going to look for you," he stammered.
She shook her head, turned, and led him back out into the night.
"Stop looking at my ass, John."
"I'm not," he lied.
On the way to her bike, she told him what she'd found inside — no Rayner, no Elizabeth, only a buried clue pointing toward their next destination. When she shoved a helmet into his hands, he tried to refuse. She mounted the Ducati anyway, smirking.
"Get on, John. It'll be our little secret."
He stuffed the helmet under the seat and reluctantly climbed on behind her.
"Hold on tight," Ryo said.
He rolled his eyes and wrapped his hands around her waist.
Ryo whipped the Ducati around and shot back toward the precinct.
She dropped Callahan at the station, pulling to a stop at the curb. Callahan dismounted, curiosity etched into his face.
"You got somewhere to go?" he asked. He'd assumed they were going to keep working together.
"Either our intelligence was wrong, or Rayner was moved before we got there," Ryo replied.
"What about Elizabeth?" Callahan pressed.
Ryo studied him, weighing how much to tell a cop already teetering on the edge.
"I'll find Rayner first," she said. "Whatever he knows will be the key to finding Elizabeth."
Callahan caught the omission. He knew she was holding something back and suspected it wasn't selfish.
"Alright," he said. "Just keep me posted."
He turned and headed up the steps.
Ryo watched him go. Not feeling guilty about the lie — just aware that John Callahan was becoming a liability, balanced between procedure and defiance. She knew the truth. Wherever Rayner was, Elizabeth would be there too. And whatever it took to recover them would almost certainly cost John his career — or his life.
Precinct
John felt the weight hit the moment his boot crossed the threshold.
The precinct smelled the same — burnt coffee, toner, old paper — but it no longer felt like shelter. Every step forward felt like a step backward into rules he'd already broken in his head. He could still hear the engine fading. The unspoken don't ask hanging between him and Ryo.
He kept his posture straight, badge heavy at his hip, but doubt crawled under his skin. If Rayner was out there, if Elizabeth was still missing, then every protocol felt like betrayal. The walls didn't care about urgency. The desks didn't care about children.
As eyes tracked him from across the room, John understood: whatever came next, he wasn't walking back in as the same cop who'd walked out.
Sitting at his desk felt foreign. Wrong. He picked up a folder at random, flipping without focus. Unsolved homicides. Year-old suspect profiles. Forgotten victims reduced to paper.
Something in him snapped.
He swept his forearms across the desk. Paperwork scattered. The lamp toppled. The phone hit the floor with a crack. The bullpen went quiet. Callahan didn't look up. He sat with his head in his hands.
Eventually, he moved.
He stood and began gathering the mess piece by piece. Methodical. Controlled. First the phone. The moment he set the receiver back in its cradle, it rang.
He stared at it.
Eleanor's Brownstone
Across town, Ryo rode into the Neon District and pulled up in front of Eleanor Walker's brownstone. She killed the engine, swung off the bike, and climbed the steps. The door came off its hinges with a single kick.
Ryo stepped inside.
Eleanor sat in the living room, perfectly still, a teacup balanced between her fingers.
"Not curious who just kicked your door in?" Ryo asked.
"Young lady," Eleanor said evenly, setting the cup on the table, "I'm blind. And a door being kicked in was only a matter of time."
"Elizabeth Darwin," Ryo snapped. "Why did you hold her hostage? And for who?"
Eleanor smiled faintly. "How much time you got?"
"I've got all the time in the world," Ryo said. "You've got maybe five minutes before I put you through that window."
Eleanor paused, then began.
She told her about the offer. Money. Enough to save the brownstone. No names. Just instructions. Watch the neighborhood. Look for people with enhancements. Make the call.
She fumbled for her phone, fingers searching the base until she produced a card and held it out.
Ryo hesitated, then crossed the room and tore it from her hand.
One word.
ERASMUS.
An international number beneath it.
"You can't make international calls on that phone," Ryo said.
Eleanor reached into her dress pocket and produced a burner. Ryo took it.
"When did 'observe' turn into kidnapping?" Ryo asked.
"That wasn't part of the instructions," Eleanor replied. "Just a call. A location."
Ryo drew her blade.
Shhk.
She moved closer, letting the floorboards creak. She stopped inches away and wrapped her hand gently around Eleanor's throat. Not squeezing. Just reminding.
Eleanor spoke immediately.
"The girl fell into my garden," she said. "She told me she was blind. Hurt. I patched her up — and when she cried out from the pain… I could see her."
Her breath hitched.
"Thirty-seven years," Eleanor whispered. "Blind for thirty-seven years. I could see. I thought it was a miracle. But then I realized — she was exactly what my handlers described. Enhanced."
Tears spilled.
"I never made the call. I couldn't let her go. She wanted to leave — to go home — so I had my neighbor Charlie lock her up. Just long enough. Just to keep her."
Her voice broke.
Ryo released her and turned toward the shattered doorway.
Then the knife flew.
It missed Eleanor's face by inches, carving a line beneath her eye before burying itself in the chair cushion.
Eleanor screamed, clutching at her face, fingers searching for the blade.
Ryo was already gone.
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