Ares

The war room was quiet except for the soft hum of monitors. Outside, the city slept, oblivious to the storm brewing within Sterling Tower.

Leon’s voice cut through the silence. “Sir… we have confirmation. Lorenzo Vance is moving. He’s coordinating a strike near one of our satellite facilities in Zurich.”

I froze, jaw tightening. Zurich. That was the hub we had fortified months ago, after last year’s resurgence. If Lorenzo hit it, he could cripple operations and send ...