"Bisma," Meira called out, her voice clear and resonant over the roaring turbines as the first heavy breaching charges began snapping onto the upper doors above. "They're here."
Miles away from the echoing concrete chambers of the hydro-electric dam, the reality of that arrival was being orchestrated from a seat of absolute, terrifying power. Inside a heavily armored, multi-million-dollar mobile tactical hub parked under the cover of an abandoned industrial shipping yard in South Zurich, Zuan watched the operation unfold on a massive wall of digital monitors.
The command center was a masterpiece of illicit engineering. It resembled the drone control room of a superpower military rather than the hideout of a syndicate boss. Rows of sleek black consoles were manned by a dozen highly trai
