The London safe house had become a fortress of desperation.
Ethan stood at the center of the table, surrounded by maps, satellite images, and intelligence reports. The world was falling apart. Power grids were failing across Europe. Communication networks were collapsing in Asia. Food and water shortages were spreading through the Americas. The Genesis Imperative was accelerating, and Eleanor Cross was winning.
Kate moved through the room, her footsteps soft on the worn carpet. "Ethan, we've received reports from the Middle East. Oil production has stopped. The global economy is in freefall."
Ethan looked up, his eyes hollow. "She's breaking the world. Piece by piece."
"Then we need to stop her. We need to find her."
Ethan moved to the map, his fingers tracing the locations of the att
