The ache in Jasper’s knees was a constant reminder – a nagging counterpoint to the quiet life he'd built. Gone were the days of soaring through the city, a blur of red and gold as the hero, 'Aegis'. Now, his world consisted of tending his prize-winning begonias and the gentle clinking of tea cups. He'd traded the adrenaline rush for the calming rhythm of suburban life. Yet, the news crackling from his old police scanner, hidden in a dusty box, was a harsh melody that threw him back.
