The cold rain continued to lash against the armoured SUV as it sped through the deserted city streets. My side throbbed, a dull, persistent ache that mirrored the turmoil in my mind. Elias had upped the ante, moving beyond corporate sabotage to outright assassination. The Chimera tattoo on the dead operative’s wrist was a stark, brutal reminder of the stakes.
Victor drove with grim determination, his eyes constantly flicking to the rearview mirror. "Architect, we need to get that wound seen to properly. The Vanguard medical facility is our safest option, but it will take time to get there without alerting Elias's remaining contacts."
"No time," I rasped, pressing a hand to my re-bandaged side. The initial crude dressing was already soaked. "Head straight back to the Dione Infra headquart
