"No, killing Zuan isn't enough; we must destroy Under-Zurich's financial infrastructure entirely."
Bisma’s voice echoed off the concrete walls of the hydro-dam communications bunker, carrying an absolute, unyielding weight that left no room for doubt. The subterranean room was cold, lit only by the pale blue illumination of server racks and high-frequency array terminals. Outside, many meters above their heads, the storm raged on against the Swiss mountains, but down in the bunker, the atmosphere was thick with tactical calculation.
Meira wiped a smear of dry blood from her temple, her eyes fixed on the glowing wireframe map of the city’s shadow infrastructure displaying across the central monitor. The master digital drive she had retrieved from her father’s private study was plugged
