*Six weeks later*
The warehouse in Geneva looked abandoned from the outside, but inside it buzzed with activity that would have impressed any military operation. Maps covered every wall, showing criminal territories across four continents. Women I did not recognize worked at computer stations, coordinating activities I was only beginning to understand.
"Welcome to the New Roman Empire," Elena said from behind me.
I turned to face her. The bullet wound had left her thinner, more fragile-looking, but her eyes still held their sharp intelligence.
"Impressive," I admitted. "How many people know I am alive?"
"Seventeen. All of them sworn to absolute secrecy." Elena gestured around the warehouse. "Your resurrection needed to be planned carefully."
Lucky appeared at my side, moving with the
