Real justice.

In the light.

If anyone comes expecting anything else, tell them to stay home.”

Julian was quiet for a moment.

Then, and I could hear the respect in it, he said: “Understood, sir.

Not the Phantom.” A breath.

“Just a father.” And then, softly, the old words, carrying two decades across the line: “Task Force Vanguard awaits your orders.”

Chapter 9 — They Came