You're probably wondering how The Spire managed to bug my penthouse.
Surveillance, thermal scans, audio taps—even inside the damn shower.
Well... it's America.
Land of the free.
Home of the paranoid, government-funded superhuman agency that pretends it's a non-profit while sticking cameras in my bedroom.
The Spire isn't just a team.
It's a machine.
Bureaucracy with capes.
And they've been watching me ever since I quit.
Probably before that.
They're obsessed.
Not just with stopping me...
But studying me, worshipping, Fantasizing.
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Somewhere deep below The Spire's headquarters, in a room labeled "Recon 4B," sits a wall of screens.
Audio. Thermal. Night vision. Zoom.
They see everything I do.
Every smirk. Every fight. Every woman in my bed.
And on one of those screens right now?
Cassie.
Naked. Straddling me.
Moaning.
Dragging her nails down my chest while I whisper something obscene into her ear.
The sound's muted, but the image is crisp.
And behind the console?
Elias.
Low-tier Spire tech officer. Mid-30s. Beard. Quiet. Always in the background.
Right now?
Hand down his pants, breathing heavy and staring like the feed's holy scripture.
The screen flickers to a new angle—Cassie's back arching, mouth open in a silent scream.
Elias moans under his breath, eyes glued to the monitor.
Then—
Click.
The door opens.
Valor.
Standing in the doorway. Jaw tight. Shoulders squared.
Silence, sweet silence.
Elias freezes, hand still halfway into his pants.
Screen still showing Cassie doing god's work.
Neither man moves.
Finally, Valor speaks. Quiet and controlled.
"You mind explaining what the hell you're doing?"
Elias slowly withdraws his hand. Doesn't even pretend to hide the guilt.
"I was just… checking the—"
"Cut the feed."
Elias doesn't move.
Valor steps forward.
"I said—cut. The feed."
Elias exhales then stabs the key. The screen goes black.
Another silence.
Then, Elias speaks.
Still breathless and probably ruined.
"You know what the worst part is?"
Valor glares.
Elias turns to him. "He's better than us."
Valor's fists clench. "He's a murderer."
Elias shrugs. "He's real."
"Real doesn't make you good." Valor narrows his eyes.
Elias doesn't stop. "He's honest. We pretend we're the saviors, but we're just as sick as he is. Look at me. Look at this place. You're telling me I'm the only one who's watched those feeds more than once?"
Valor doesn't answer.
Because he can't.
Elias laughs bitterly.
"I used to worship him. Wanted to be him. Still do, sometimes. You ever seen a god break a man in half without flinching, then make a woman cry just by looking at her?"
Valor's voice is cold. "You're done here."
Elias mutters a low "I've been done for years."
"You'll be transferred. Scrubbed."
Elias steps back, hands up. "Sure. File the report. Blacklist me. Do what you gotta do."
He pauses at the door.
"But don't lie to yourself, Valor."
He looks back, eyes hollow.
"You're not mad because I watched him. You're mad because you understand why I did."
Then he leaves. The room stays quiet, the feed stays off.
But Valor?
He doesn't move.
Because Elias wasn't wrong.
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Meanwhile, in my penthouse?
I'm looking straight into the mirror in my bedroom.
Straight into the hidden camera behind it.
I smile.
"Hope you're enjoying the show."