"Meira alerts Bisma that Zuan's cash shipment is moving across the Swiss border via a heavily armored train!"
Bisma held the encrypted transceiver tightly against his ear, his dark eyes narrowing as the heavy bass from the underground arena echoed off the concrete walls. Viktor lay unconscious a few feet away, while the surrounding mercenaries watched their new commander in absolute silence.
"Repeat that transmission, Meira," Bisma commanded in a low, steady whisper, tuning out the noise of the subterranean crowd. "Where did the transport originate, and what is its destination?"
"The intelligence feed intercepted a high-priority logistics route departing from a private depot near Basel," Meira reported through the secure earpiece, her fingers flying over her keyboard at the safehous
