Isabella strolled into Bellona headquarters and took a breath. She knew she was in trouble and her stomach rolled with nerves. She should have done things the right way and called it in.
Artemis’ admin assistant met her as soon as she exited the elevator. “Artemis wants to see you before debrief.”
“Of course,” she walked the long fluorescent lit hall with trepidation. She knew Artemis had taken this office for tactical reasons. Nothing like walking the long green mile before heading into her office. The assistant knocked once and then pushed the door open for Isabella to walk through.
“Epsilon,” Artemis didn’t even look up from the computer screen where she sat behind the oversized desk. The wall of monitors behind her were black for a change, usually various cameras all around the worl
