~LIAM.

"They murdered his wife and daughter. Left their bodies like trash. The bastard behind it? Untouchable. No justice. No trial. So he built this place... to give justice teeth."

Michael, our tech genius, spoke quietly, answering the new recruit. Greg, or whatever the fuck his name was, had asked what drove Marcus to build the foundation. Now he stood rigid beside Micheal, eyes wide, clearly unprepared for that kind of truth. They never were.

I took a long sip from my third glass. The whiskey burned less than I wanted. High tolerance. Low expectations.

We stood in the Vault, the Foundation's deepest chamber. Above ground, we were the most...