The data from the Arctic facility was unlike anything James had ever seen.
He sat in the command center, the files spread across the table. Thousands of documents, photographs, recordings. The Consortium's entire history, laid bare.
But there was something wrong. A gap in the information. A missing piece that didn't fit.
Elena appeared beside him. "You've been staring at those files for hours. What are you looking for?"
James looked up. "There's something missing. Something that doesn't add up."
"What do you mean?"
James pulled up a series of files. "Look at these communications. They're all encrypted, untraceable. But there's a pattern. A connection I'm missing."
Elena studied the files. "What kind of connection?"
"I don't know yet. But it's there. I can feel it."
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