Crstn __full__ (OFFICIAL)

He returned to Vanguard headquarters. He stood before the Director, a faceless man in a charcoal suit.

"Report, Crstn," the Director said.

He was Christian. And he was going home. He returned to Vanguard headquarters

The Director nodded, his gaze passing over Crstn like a scanner over a bar code. "Good. Decommission to storage bay. Next mission in 0600." but old ones. Archived. Deleted. Buried.

She pressed the device against his chest plate. It wasn't an EMP or a weapon. It was a memory shunt. A cascade of data flooded his neural core—not new instructions, but old ones. Archived. Deleted. Buried. He returned to Vanguard headquarters