The cold night air lingered thickly around the abandoned train yard when Marcus Hayes’s hand shook James’s. His handshake was strong, but his eyes were a blend of wariness and resolve. He wasn’t just putting his career on the line he was putting his life on the line.”
“We don’t have time,” Marcus said, looking over his shoulder. “The Syndicate does not only rule the military. The media, the police, the judiciary, they own all of it. If we are going to expose them, we need something explosive. Something they can’t bury.”
James and Lena exchanged a look miss already opened her laptop, typing like a madwoman. “We have proof,” she said. “But the leaks are no longer enough. They’ll simply label it misinformation. We have to have something tangible, something tangible.”
Nathan nodded. “Like a
