The One Who Watches
Author: Omoaruna
last update2025-06-17 13:10:28

Damien stared at the note in his hand, feeling like it could vanish any second.

“I’m watching too. You’re not alone.  A.”

Four years ago, Ash Maddox had died right in front of him. At least, that’s what he believed. Their last mission in Moldova ended with an explosion, and when the dust settled, only Damien was still standing.

Now, she was back, or at least someone wanted him to think she was.

He burned the note in the sink, watching the flames flicker around the edges until it turned ash. Ironic, right? Then he locked down the safehouse and checked the perimeter one last time. No breaches. No bugs. Just his paranoia hanging in the air.

In the other room, Sophia stirred.

“You ever sleep?” she asked softly from the doorway.

Damien didn’t even turn around. “Not really.”

She stepped in slowly, barefoot and wrapped in a long cardigan. In the dim light, she looked smaller, but her voice was steady.

“I heard something earlier. Like a tap.”

“It was nothing.”

“Nothing?” she raised an eyebrow. “That’s the same tone you used when someone tried to kill me.”

Finally, Damien glanced at her. “You’re alive. That’s what matters.”

She crossed her arms. “And what do you do when I’m asleep? Just pace like a caged animal?”

He didn’t reply. She sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“My mom used to say silence was safety,” she murmured. “That’s why she built the bookstore without Wi-Fi. No digital records. No tech inside the walls.”

Damien’s curiosity was piqued. “Your mom?”

Sophia nodded. “She was… paranoid. Always looking over her shoulder. Said we were being watched. That’s why I didn’t get a phone until I turned sixteen.”

He stepped closer. “Where is she now?”

“Died three years ago. Cancer.”

“Was that before or after you met Vale?”

“I never met Vale. Once, I sent a letter to his company with a proposal to help fund the bookstore. I never heard back until you showed up.”

Damien’s mind raced. Sophia’s mom was off-grid, antitech, and raised her daughter in a digital bubble, right when Eclipse was active.

He asked quietly, “Did your mom ever mention the word Eclipse?”

Sophia’s eyes narrowed. “No. Why?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked over to the laptop and pulled up an encrypted folder.

“Come here.”

Sophia hesitated but then moved closer.

Damien opened a still image: surveillance footage from six years ago. A test site in Eastern Europe. Four civilians strolled through a busy street, and one was circled in red.

The caption read: 

“ECLIPSE TARGET ALPHA-7”

He enlarged the frame.

The woman looked to be in her mid-thirties, with hair in a bun, green eyes, and wearing a long cardigan.

Sophia gasped. “That’s my mom.”

“I thought so.”

“But how… why…?” She gripped the back of a chair. “What is this?”

Damien clicked to the next frame. Alpha-7 flagged for termination. Civilian collateral accepted.”

Sophia’s voice cracked. “Termination?”

Damien stayed silent.

“She knew,” Sophia whispered. “She knew they were coming.”

“And kept you off the grid.”

Sophia’s hand covered her mouth. “She died thinking she’d kept me safe.”

An uncomfortable silence hung between them.

Then Damien said softly, “She bought you time. Let’s not waste it.”

By sunrise, they moved to a new safehouse.

Damien had three backup options. He chose the most isolated: an abandoned lakeside cabin he’d used back in his early mercenary days. No power, no cameras, no signalsjust wood, water, and wide open space.

Sophia didn’t complain this time.

She sat on the edge of the dock while Damien unpacked and cleared the area. Once he finished, he checked the paper dropsthree in total. Two were empty. The third had another note.

You’re asking the wrong question. It was never about her. It was always about you.

Damien’s stomach twisted.

He stepped outside. Sophia was sitting with her legs crossed, staring out at the water.

“I think it’s time you told me what Eclipse is,” she said without looking at him.

Damien took a deep breath. “It’s a ghost system. Surveillance AI. Designed to predict threats before they happen.”

“Like pre-crime?”

“Even worse. It doesn’t just analyze behavior; it rew...

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