Page 326 of Jase

Watching.

Not pushing.

Not interfering.

Just… there.

A part of this now.

I set the device down carefully.

My fingers hover over the interface.

“One shot,” I murmur.

Jase’s voice is low beside me.

“Make it count.”

I don’t look at him.

Don’t need to.

I already know where he stands.

With me.

Always.

I exhale once—

Then activate the response.

The screen flickers.

Static.

Then—

It clears.

A secure video feed locks in.

Not pre-recorded.

Live.

And when the image stabilizes—

The room goes completely still.

The President of the United States is looking straight at us.

No delay.

No distortion.

Direct.