The underground command room hummed with quiet efficiency. Valerian Crowe remained restrained in the reinforced cell, his posture rigid, his gaze dark and calculating—but the tension that had once made him untouchable was gone. The twins, Ares and Atlas, stood over multiple digital displays, their fingers moving like lightning as they traced every remaining thread of Valerian’s vast criminal network.

“Everything we’ve got is feeding into one central point,” Atlas muttered, eyes ...