Ares

The aftermath of the trap left Sterling Tower tense and restless. Sparrow had slipped through our fingers once, but this time she was being forced into predictable patterns. Atlas’ digital feeds traced her moves with meticulous precision.

“She’s not acting randomly,” Atlas muttered, fingers flying over the keyboard. “Everything she’s done since the European branch decoy… it’s intentional. She wants us to see her.”

I clenched my jaw. “Then we give her exactly ...