As he looked around the train station, surveying the silent, lifeless bodies of the Syndicate operatives all but blown apart by the forces now wreaking havoc on Alira’s capital city, the burden of betrayal weighed heavily on James’ shoulders. The knowledge that somebody in his inner circle had been feeding the enemy their every move each day violently twisted his gut with frustration.
The air was thick with the metallic smell of blood and gunpowder, but in the midst of the madness, James’ mind stayed f*****g sharp. This wasn’t over. If anything, this fight had proved only that the Syndicate was getting desperate and desperate people were dangerous.
He turned to the team. “We have a mole among us.”
Silence.
Marcus tightened his grip around his rifle, his face unreadable. Lena balled her
