The silence in Grant Tower that morning was deceptive. Beneath the serene facade of glass and steel, the building pulsed with unseen tension. Project Hekate was still out there. Worse—Creed had begun Phase Three. And no one knew what that entailed.
Aria stood at the center of the control room, eyes fixed on the live data streams scrolling across the holographic screens. Jerry, Isabelle, Philip and Josh were all present, each one working furiously.
“We’ve traced the signal Helena accessed,” Josh reported. “It leads to a floating server in the Baltic Sea—off-grid, mobile, AI-guarded. No human access unless you’re in Creed’s inner circle.”
Jerry crossed his arms. “Then we intercept it. Bring the ghost ship down.”
Isabelle looked up from her station. “It’s not just about a server anymore.
