"What is the meaning of this?" Colt’s voice boomed through the hall.
The man stood squarely in front of Athena, thick-shouldered and grim, the lines of his shirt crisp enough to cut. His jaw twitched as he watched the dark-clad Nimbus agents move silently across the marble floor. They had arrived only hours ago, already setting up a secure perimeter around the President’s quarters.
Athena rubbed her temples before answering. The pressure behind her eyes throbbed—fatigue and tension in equal measure. She didn’t have the strength for this argument. Colt’s tone made her want to snap back, but she forced herself to breathe slowly, to stay measured.
The living room meanwhile, had become a tactical base. Laptops lined the modern table beside holographic scanners and portable bio-readers. The Nimbus agents’ gear gleamed faintly under the recessed ceiling lights. Their quiet efficiency only seemed to irritate Colt more.
Athena folded her arms, giving him a cool look that didn’t quite hide her exhaustion. "You’ll have to speak lower, Colt. The President’s resting."
"The President," Colt said with barely contained anger, "is my responsibility. These people—" he gestured sharply at the agents — "were not cleared by my office."
Before Athena could answer, her phone vibrated. The name flashing on the screen made her exhale in relief.
Ewan.
She lifted a finger toward Aiden, silently asking him to hold Colt back.
Aiden, ever the good friend, stepped between them, murmuring something low that Athena didn’t quite catch as she accepted the call.
"Ewan," she said, lowering her voice.
He didn’t bother with pleasantries. "How’s it going? I recognized that décor behind you the moment the broadcast went live. That’s the President’s house, isn’t it?"
Athena grimaced. Of course he would notice. "It is. Things got complicated."
"Complicated," he echoed dryly. "I saw the guards, Athena. You’re standing in the middle of a hornet’s nest."
Colt’s frown deepened as she spoke, his body stiff with contained anger. Athena met his glare briefly before turning her attention back to Ewan.
"It’s under control," she said, though her tone betrayed doubt. "The readings came back clean, but that doesn’t mean we’re safe. Whoever injected the President and his family might still be near."
A beat of silence. Then Ewan’s voice softened. "You sound tired. Come home when you can. I’ll keep your favorite dish waiting. Comfort food, as usual."
That pulled a laugh from her—a small, genuine one that felt strange after the chaos of the day. "You still remember that?"
"For you? Always."
The warmth in his voice lingered as she ended the call, but the smile faded almost instantly. The weight of reality settled back on her shoulders. She glanced at the phone, then at Colt, whose expression had turned thunderous.
"Why are you telling an outsider the President’s business?" he demanded.
Athena tucked her phone into her pocket, eyes narrowing slightly. "Ewan isn’t an outsider." Why couldn’t he be cool headed as Valentine? Was it because there was secret attached to his own security office?
"He’s not security. He’s not medical. He’s not even cleared." Colt’s voice carried that edge of command that once made rookies tremble. "So what is he to you that you trust him with state affairs?"
Athena’s lips tightened. Colt was unbelievable! "He’s been in on every happening since this started. You might want to check your reports before you accuse me."
Colt inhaled sharply through his nose, visibly holding himself back. He knew Ewan’s record of course. But still, his pride bristled.
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