"Drake didn't hack your servers, Rafael," the operative revealed, her voice echoing chillingly off the concrete walls. "Your closest companion inside Vesper is an enemy plant who handed him the blueprints personally!"
Rafael did not react with an outburst or a flicker of hesitation. He remained seated in the wooden chair, his silver-gray eyes fixed on the captive with an icy, unreadable calm.
"A clever attempt to sow internal discord," Rafael said softly, his voice dropping into a low baritone. "You expect me to turn against my own people on the word of a compromised agent."
"I have no reason to protect the handler who discarded me," the operative rasped, her chest heaving as she strained against her iron restraints. "Check your internal communications logs if you dare."
"Which co
