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great. Perhaps at this moment in history greater than any of our group have ever had to shoulder
.”
    “
The responsibility falls to us
…” he said. “Yes. I recall that day.”
    “History is how we transcribe it. We are the ones with courage, the insight and the moral right. We lead, Lucius. That’s what we are destined to do. The acts of some faceless coward cannot prevent that.”
    He fell silent for a long moment. “You’re right, of course.” His smile returned briefly. “You center me, dear Beth. Thank you.” DeBeers put down his glass and took her hand. His grip was firm, more so than she found comfortable. “But I don’t need a reminder of our mandate. I want a way to cut off Janus’s head – whomever he or she may be – and terminate these irritants once and for all. Mankind is at a critical societal juncture, it is divided and fracturing. There is too much at stake to become distracted!”
    “I promised you I would formulate a plan of action,” she told him. “And I have. I’ve utilized certain resources in our possession. Pawns across the board are in motion.” He released his grip and gestured for her to carry on. “We will need to play a subtle and lengthy game, Lucius. Janus will make it hard for us to get close, but I believe I have found a way.”
    “I want Janus’s true face, dear girl,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to know it and expose it. Then we’ll erase these upstarts from the world. Every moment of their lives, every iota of their identities, every mark they ever made will be gone forever. I’ll make it so they never existed.”
    DuClare felt an icy, familiar thrill run through her.
The exercise of real power, more potent than any drug
. “We have already begun,” she told him.
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    If there had been more time, he might have been able to do something that was better than just
reacting
. Later, he would ask himself if it had all been part of a plan working against him, a way to force his hand before he could tackle the situation on his own terms.
    In the end, it didn’t matter. The situation was what it was, and he had to respond to it. In Adam Jensen’s experience, the world liked to take that kind of choice away from a man, and make him deal with it in the moment. Succeed or fail. No second chances.
    He knew it was a trap when he entered the day room and saw Stacks in the far corner, nursing a bloody nose. He knew it in the way that Belle and her playmates were standing around, wound tight with nervous, pre-fight energy. He knew it from the small crowd that had gathered, all of whom looked at him with hooded, wary gazes. And he knew it because he hadn’t seen a single micro-drone or orderly in the corridor along the way.
    “Now we’ll get some answers,” Belle began, without preamble. “Stacks here don’t seem to have none.”
    The crowd parted to let Jensen come closer, and he eyed them. Other residents he’d seen during the past few days, who up until now had all seemed disinterested in him, looked on as if they bore a grudge. What had changed?
    “Jensen—” Stacks tried to step forward, but Mono-Eye let an electro-prod truncheon slip out of his sleeve and he menaced the other man with it. Even though the ex-steeplejack had size over the skinnier guy, he was cowed by the humming halo around the head of the baton.
    “Stay there, big man,” said the thug, “and shut up.”
    Belle’s other lieutenant shrugged out of his jacket to show off his glowing tattoos, and Jensen saw the distinctive rough skin on his bare chest that indicated dermal armor implants beneath the flesh. He shifted on the balls of his feet, licking his lips. The first attack would come from him; it couldn’t have been more telegraphed if he’d been wearing a neon sign over his head.
    “There a problem here?” Jensen ignored both the thugs and kept his attention on Belle.
    “You’re damn right there is, and