Ix Decrypt Page

Pain flared in Kael’s temples. It wasn't a headache; it was a precise, surgical burning. The Ix was mapping his brain waves, learning his stress responses. It was alive, or close enough to it.

"Ix Decrypt complete," Kael whispered.

Kael didn't look up. He knew the silhouette blocking the neon sign from the street. It was Jax, his fence. Jax was nervous, vibrating with the kind of energy that usually preceded a gunshot. Ix Decrypt