The safe house was quiet, but James couldn't rest.
He sat alone in the command center, the data from the Antarctic facility spread across the table. The Origin was finished. Every facility destroyed, every operative captured, every leader dead or in custody.
But the messages kept coming.
His phone buzzed. Another message from an unknown number.
You think you've won. You've only scratched the surface. The true enemy has been hiding in plain sight.
James stared at the screen, his blood running cold. The same message he'd received before. The same warning.
Elena appeared in the doorway. "You should get some sleep. You've been up for three days."
"I can't sleep." James looked up. "There's something we missed. Something bigger than the Origin."
"What do you mean?"
James stood up, movin
