Ares

The morning light did little to warm the tension in Sterling Tower. I stood in the war room, eyes scanning the aftermath of last night’s confrontation. The operative—skilled, precise, almost ghost-like—had been neutralized temporarily, but their presence left a question that refused to leave my mind.

Who sent them? And why now?

Leon’s voice broke my thoughts. “Sir, our scans reveal unusual activity… someone is reactivating dormant accounts, moving funds, and messaging ...