This was just a skirmish. The real war, against an enemy far more formidable than he had imagined, was just beginning. The cold, hard certainty settled deep in Henry’s bones, solidifying his resolve even as a tremor of unease ran through him. Victor’s grim voice still echoed in the comms room: They’re more prepared than we thought, Henry.
Selena’s hand, still firm in his, was a grounding force. Her eyes, wide with concern moments before, now flickered with a fierce determination that matched his own. The immediate crisis of Victor’s team extracting from Dragon’s Tail Logistics had passed, but the true battle was just beginning.
They were in the Foundation’s primary analysis center, a subterranean sanctuary designed for intellectual warfare. Sleek holographic displays illuminated the vast
