[Houses of Parliament]The emergency session had been called to brief MPs on the terrorist threat. Two hundred members of Parliament gathered in the chamber, along with their staff and security personnel. The Prime Minister was scheduled to speak in thirteen minutes.Achilles stood in the security control room with the Faithfuls, watching multiple camera feeds. Something felt wrong. The attack on Downing Street was too bold, it didn't match Ethan's usual tactics.“Warlord,” Dora Beauty pointed at one of the screens: “Maintenance van entering the underground car park. That's the third one in the last hour.”“Check the credentials.”Dora pulled up the entry logs: “All authorized, proper paperwork. But sir, maintenance usually doesn't work this late.”“Pull up the security footage, show me those vans.”The recordings played. Three white vans, different companies. But Achilles noticed something, the drivers all moved the sam

The flashbangs had done their job. Half the attackers were disoriented, stumbling, unable to see or hear properly. But the commander wasn't one of them.She'd turned away at the last second, protecting her eyes. Now she moved through the chaos like a predator, weapon raised, searching for targets.Achilles saw her first. She was heading toward a side exit, trying to escape while her operatives kept the Faithfuls busy.“Not this time.” He broke from cover and pursued.The commander heard him coming, spun, and fired. Achilles dove behind a wooden bench. Bullets chewed through the ancient wood.She didn't wait to see if she'd hit, she vigorously ran. Achilles followed through the corridor, his boots echoing on marble floors. Commander Okafor was also fast, trained, athletic, moving with the efficiency of someone who'd done that a thousand times.She rounded a corner while Achilles followed seconds later. Found himself in the library