The Rosetta Facility burned.
Ethan stood at the edge of the inferno, his face illuminated by the dancing flames. The building that had once been the heart of the Genesis Circle's operations was gone, consumed by fire and collapsing into rubble. Eleanor Cross was gone too—escaped, vanished, dissolved into the night like smoke.
But this time, Ethan felt something different. This time, he was done running.
"Ethan," Kate said, appearing beside him. "We need to go. The extraction team is waiting."
"I know." He turned to look at her, his eyes hard, his jaw set. "But we're not running anymore. We're going to find her. And we're going to end this."
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The journey back to London was tense, but focused.
Ethan sat in the back of the transport plane, staring at the Spectrum Key in his hands. T
