At the 40th floor of an exclusive building at the heart of the city, the scene at the Norse mansion played out in silence.
Not on television but in a private, encrypted feed.
The room observing it was dark and quiet enough to hear one's breathing.
Multiple screens floated across a wall — traffic cameras, financial dashboards, live satellite overlays.
But the focus was on the center screen, which showed the Norse west wing garden.
The video was high resolution, the angles perfect.
There was no visible source. The camera was not inside the house.
It didn't need to be.
Thermal mapping and audio triangulation translated motion and sound through reinforced glass. Subtle software enhancement filled in facial detail.
Technology did the rest.
A man sat in shadow, features indistinguishable. The only visible detail was the faint reflection of the screens in his eyes.
He did not speak. He did not shift. He simply watched.
Liam laughed at something Logan said.
