The London safe house had become a war room.
Ethan stood at the center of the table, surrounded by maps, satellite images, and intelligence reports. The coalition was growing, their network expanding across the globe. But Eleanor was still winning. The Genesis Imperative was still spreading, its effects devastating communities everywhere.
Kate moved through the room, her footsteps soft on the worn carpet. "Ethan, we've received word from the coalition. Eleanor is planning something new. Something bigger than the Genesis Imperative."
Ethan looked up sharply. "What is it?"
Kate pointed to a series of intelligence reports on the table. "She's building a new weapon. A device that can control the weather. She calls it the 'Tempest Protocol.'"
Ethan felt his blood run cold. "The Tempest Pro
