A hit squad has already been dispatched to her surveillance van near Zurich Lake," the captain stammered, his fingers clawing uselessly at the concrete floor.
The desperate words of the dying mercenary captain echoed inside Meira's mind, haunting her like a phantom as she sat alone inside the darkened interior of her high-tech surveillance van.
The vehicle was idling quietly under the drooping branches of a snow-laden weeping willow, parked in an isolated, unlit corner of the public lot near Lake Zurich. Outside, the blizzard howled with terrifying intensity, whipping dark waves against the icy stone retaining wall. Inside, the temperature was rising, driven by the steady hum of four military-grade server racks mounted along the reinforced interior walls. The cabin was bathed in the ha
