The broadcast went out on every Voss channel at once, on a Thursday, and it was addressed to the whole city, but Caleb understood within thirty seconds that it was meant for him.
Cassius Voss had never gone on camera himself before. He ran the media war from behind it, as his grandfather had run everything, through faces that were not his own.
So when the AldricCorp anchor stepped aside mid-broadcast and the man himself walked into frame, every screen in the city's dead sectors and living ones alike, Caleb knew the rules had changed. He sat forward on the safe house couch and watched a stranger's face say a thing that was not the stranger's to say.
"I'll be brief," Cassius said, and his voice was pleasant and his eyes were wrong. "There is a man the courts can't classify and the Guild can't hold, moving through our cities, and the official story is that he's dangerous. I'm here to tell you the official story is incomplete." A pause, smooth, practiced.
