The South Pacific island was alive with the sounds of the night.
Ethan stood at the edge of the jungle, staring at the facility that rose from the darkness. It was massive, its walls gleaming in the moonlight. It looked like a fortress, impenetrable and untouchable. But Ethan knew better. Every fortress had a weakness. Every enemy had a vulnerability.
And Eleanor Cross's vulnerability was her obsession with control.
"She's inside," Kate said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can feel it."
Ethan nodded slowly. "I know. She's been waiting for us."
Mark appeared beside them, his expression grim. "There are guards everywhere. Cameras, motion sensors, the works. She's turned this place into a fortress."
"Then we find a way in. There's always a way in."
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The approach was treachero
