Chapter 47 Ava
Ava
The room changes when they leave.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Like everything important just walked out the door.
I hate it.
I should be out there.
Moving.
Fighting.
Instead—
I sit.
Tablet in front of me.
Jonah beside me, screens lighting up one by one.
Data floods in.
“Alright,” he mutters. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”
I lean forward.
Focus sharpens instantly.
Pain fades into the background.
Everything does.
This is what I was trained for.
What they made me into.
What I choose to be now.
“Wait.”
Jonah pauses mid-typing.
“What?”
I zoom in.
Cross-reference movement patterns.
Timing.
Routes.
Something’s off.
“They’re not targeting just one person.”
Jonah frowns.
“What do you mean?”
My stomach tightens.
Because I see it now.
Clear.
Deliberate.
“They’re building a chain.”
He stills.
“…that’s not good.”
“No.”
I tap into comms.
“Ethan.”
Static—
Then—
“Go ahead.”
His voice steadies everything.
“They’re not hitting just the target,” I say. “They’re using him.”
A beat.
“Using him how?”
“To pull others in.”
Silence.
Then Aaron—
“…you mean like everyone important showing up at once?”
“Exactly.”
Jonah exhales slowly.
“That’s not a hit.”
My eyes stay locked on the screen.
Heart beating faster now.
“It’s a trap.”
A beat.
Then—
“It’s a massacre.”