Kaine sat in his war room, the glow from the quantum computer casting eerie shadows on the walls. Pred’s voice, smooth and confident, filled the room like an uninvited guest who had made himself comfortable. “You need to get out there,” Pred insisted. “Not as a vigilante. Not yet. Just… exist. Be seen. Make yourself look like someone normal for a while. It’s good for the cover, and, frankly, you need