Bradley sat on the edge of the couch in the safe house living room with the glow of the television casting soft colors across Maya’s sleeping face. She had dozed off halfway through the unicorn movie, her small body was curled against him and the unicorn keychain was still clutched in one hand. Despite the calm, the weight of the unfinished hunt still pressed on his chest like a physical force. The sniper who had been identified as Reaper had slipped away again and was relocating out of the state with a new ID and cash from a Jordan fixer. Still the system kept the quest active in his vision with the progress stuck at 47%[Hunt the Sniper – Ongoing.][Capture probability 19%.][Threat remains elevated.]He gently lifted Maya and carried her to the small bedroom, and while tucking her in with the blanket, she stirred, murmuring “Daddy… safe?” before settling.Bradley kissed her forehead instead of replying with words, the fear of losing her the way he had lost Nick Payne was still ra

A couple of days later, when the media was beginning to calm down about the assassination attempt on senator Bradley and the apprehension of the culprit, even though the authorities continued their investigations quietly. But this wasn't going to stop life from moving on with the regular routine, taking hold once again.Senator Lucas Stevens stood at the podium in the New York State Senate chamber in Albany, the grand wood-paneled room filled with the low murmur of his colleagues settling into their seats for the afternoon session. The air was thick with the scent of polished oak and the faint aroma of coffee from the staff carts outside. It had been three weeks since Bradley Turner’s reforms ‘the People’s Protection Act’ had begun to bite. The Real Estate Transparency Act was already law and it was forcing Jordan-linked LLCs to reveal hidden owners. The Lobbying Reform Bill had passed committee and it was threatening their influence networks. The Anti-Corruption Housing Act still loo