"Inspecting the stolen ledgers, Meira discovers a direct financial link between Zuan and an elite Swiss mercenary commander!"
Meira’s voice trembled slightly as she read the encrypted entry from her laptop screen inside the shadow faction's central safehouse. The dark basement room beneath the abandoned industrial facility was cool, smelling faintly of concrete dust, engine oil, and warm electronics.
Bisma stood beside the central wooden table, unbuttoning his dark tactical coat to inspect the freshly bandaged wound on his thigh. He looked over her shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the high-resolution scans of Zuan's leather-bound ledgers.
"Colonel Viktor Vance," Bisma said, his voice flat and cold. "The commander of the Swiss Vanguard Mercenaries."
"Zuan has been funnel
