Location: Outskirts of Prague, Eastern Zone
The map flickered under the glow of the war table’s projection. Red markers bled across the screen—drone stations, surveillance towers, strike zones. At the center of it all stood Fort Dominion—Marcus’s stronghold.
Leon stared at the hologram like it was a grave. “That’s where it ends.”
Serena folded her arms. “That’s a suicide run. He’ll be expecting us.”
“He won’t expect what we’re bringing,” Ava said.
Carmen’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Confirmed: Dominion is shielded by EMP dampeners, aerial denial systems, and autonomous sentries. You’ll have a three-minute breach window.”
Leon adjusted his gloves. “That’s all we need.”
Flashback – Two Years Ago
Leon stood in the rain outside Fort Dominion, soaked in blood, betrayal in his
