The London safe house had become a fortress of determination.
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 Custodian's Crown was still out there, waiting to be activated.
Kate moved through the room, her footsteps soft on the worn carpet. "Ethan, we've received word from the coalition. There's been a development."
Ethan looked up sharply. "What kind of development?"
Kate pointed to a series of intelligence reports on the table. "Eleanor has gone quiet. All of her remaining facilities have gone dark. She's consolidating her forces."
Mark stepped forward, his expression grim. "That's not good. She's preparing for something."
