The dinner plate came spinning out of the doorway like a frisbee from hell, the yellow energy disk embedded in its ceramic surface glowing hot enough to leave afterimages on the monitors. Theo raised his arm and the plate slammed into his forearm with a crack that the speakers broadcast at full fidelity. The plate shattered on impact, ceramic fragments spraying in every direction, but the kinetic energy transferred straight into Theo’s Aspect. His eyes lit up and his right fist clenched with stored force.
"Hit me harder, man!" Theo shouted, grinning.
"NOTED!" Marco yelled from somewhere down the hallway, already channeling another disk into what looked like a coaster. The coaster whistled through the air at a lower trajectory, aimed at Theo’s knees.
Eden stepped past Theo and launched a compressed fire arrow down the hallway. The arrow screamed through the space and detonated against the wall where Marco had been standing half a second earlier, leaving a scorched circle on the drywall. Marco had already rolled behind a support column, and the coaster he’d thrown caught Eden in the shin before he could redirect.
"Ow! Dude! My SHIN!"
"SHOULDN’T HAVE SHINS THAT BIG!"
The observation deck erupted. Camille leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, her dark eyes tracking every movement with the focus of someone building a mental database. Nyx had her phone out and appeared to be recording the monitor feeds, which may or may not have violated observation deck protocol and which nobody seemed inclined to stop. Maribelle watched with her tail tip tapping the bench in an unconscious rhythm, her golden eyes bright with the specific delight of someone who lived for chaos she wasn’t personally involved in.
Theo charged down the hallway toward Marco’s column. The floor shook with each step. Marco popped out from behind the column and threw another energy-infused projectile, this time a CD case he’d apparently been carrying in his belt, but Theo caught it on his shoulder without breaking stride and the stored energy in his body spiked another notch. Marco’s face went through several emotions in rapid succession, landing somewhere between regret and panic, before he bolted toward the hostage room.
"Caden’s not engaging," Percy said, his voice carrying urgency he couldn’t fully suppress. "He hasn’t appeared on any camera feed since the exercise started. Light Tongue is passive, it reduces his social visibility, but in a combat context with known opponents he’d need active Refract to maintain full invisibility. He’s burning stamina just staying hidden."
I scanned the monitors. Percy was right. Twelve camera angles and not a single frame showed Caden Holt. The hallway outside the hostage room was empty. The hostage sat in its chair with all sensors green. The stairwell cameras showed only Theo barreling upward and Eden following with flame constructs orbiting his body.
Caden was invisible.
And he was waiting.
Eden reached the second-floor hallway first, moving faster than Theo because Eden didn’t carry three hundred and twenty pounds of Kinetic Bank muscle on a frame that shook the floorboards. Eden scanned left and right, his fire arrow casting warm light across the walls. The hallway appeared empty. Marco had retreated past the hostage room toward the far end of the corridor.
"I see Marco!" Eden pressed his earpiece. "End of the hall! He’s alone!"
"Where’s the other one?" Theo’s voice came through heavy with exertion as he climbed the last flight.
"Don’t see him! Going for Marco!"
"Eden, WAIT for me, don’t just run straight..."
Eden ran straight at Marco.
Percy sighed beside me. The sigh contained an entire tactical debrief.
Eden closed the distance with flame constructs trailing behind him. Marco raised both hands and generated three energy disks simultaneously, hurling them in a spread pattern that forced Eden to dodge left. The dodge put Eden directly in front of a closed doorway.
The door opened.
Caden’s hand came out of nothing, visible for exactly half a second as his Refract dropped. The capture tape was already in his fingers. He slapped it across Eden’s right wrist and pulled, yanking Eden sideways through the doorway and slamming him into the wall of what looked like a bedroom.
Eden’s fireball died as his concentration shattered. The tape locked around his wrist and adhered to the wall behind him. Eden pulled against it with his entire body weight and it didn’t move.
"CAPTURED!" Eden bellowed, equal parts frustrated and impressed. "He got me! He was in the ROOM!"



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