The safe house was silent.
James sat alone in the command center, the data from the Pacific facility spread across the table. The Order was finished. Every facility destroyed, every operative captured, every leader dead or in custody.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Elena appeared in the doorway. "You should get some sleep. You've been up for three days."
"I can't sleep." James looked up. "Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?"
James stood up, moving toward the window. "We've destroyed everything. Every facility, every operative, every leader. But the Order has been around for centuries. They always have a backup plan."
Elena moved beside him. "You think there's something we missed."
"I know there's something we missed." James turned to face
