The warehouse at the river’s mouth stood like a relic of forgotten industry, its rusted walls shuddering under the storm’s relentless assault. Lena Hart—Eleanor Whitmore—clutched the microchip labeled C.W. Final Directive, its weight a lifeline to her father Charles Whitmore’s legacy, as she knelt beside Daniel Carter, his chest wound bleeding through her hands. The key to locker 47 and her father’s coded letter, warning of the Consortium led by Victor Grayson, burned in ...