The morning air was crisp as our car pulled up to the private terminal of the airport. I got into our prepared limousine, watching the familiar skyline of home slowly disappear behind us, replaced by the sterile efficiency of airport infrastructure. In the seat across from me, Evelyn sat with her characteristic composure, her black blindfold in place, a briefcase of documents balanced on her lap. She'd agreed to come as both my secretary and as living proof of the Cain Protocol experiments, a reminder to the world leaders of what unchecked power could create and to prevent any leaders from denying what had happened.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked her for what must have been the tenth time since we'd left the apartment.
"Rey," she said with a slight smile, "I've spent years aiding the government and seeing what they've been doing behind everyone's back. Maybe it's time the world saw the consequences of their choices."
