"Arrogance breeds sloppiness," Sol continued coldly. "He'll make a mistake eventually. He has to contact his Zharun handlers. He has to coordinate the next strike. And when he makes that move, we won't just accuse him in front of the council. We'll catch him in the act. And then we'll bury him in the mud where he belongs."
"Fine," Kira muttered, kicking a stray splinter of wood off the edge of the watchtower. "But if I catch that old bastard slipping, I'm taking his head."
"Get in line," Sol replied dryly.
He pushed himself off the wooden railing, stretching his broad shoulders. His joints popped loudly, the heavy, dense sound echoing like cracking stones. The raw, coiled power of his newly evolved Layer 2 foundation was humming insistently under his skin, begging to be tested, begging to be unleashed.
