The converted Reid Research headquarters loomed like a fortress beneath the rain‑darkened sky. Nova Jin crouched in the shadow of a loading dock, rain slicking her ponytail. Selene Park and a team of Phoenix operatives flanked her, eyes locked on the floor‑to‑ceiling glass atrium where Darian Reid's clandestine server bunker lay hidden below the boardroom.
“Intel says Darian's mercenaries have sealed exits and disabled comms," Selene whispered, thumbs dancing over her tablet. “EMP grenades prepped. We go in three."
Nova's pulse pounded. “The evidence is in those servers: the full transplant schedules, donor logs, Darian's direct orders. Once we leak it, Reid Medical's final labyrinth of lies collapses."
A low thrum rippled through the air—copters slicing through clouds. Xander Reid emer
