The South Pacific island was quiet in the aftermath.
Ethan stood at the edge of the collapsed facility, staring at the rubble. The building that had once been Eleanor's final stronghold was gone, buried beneath tons of rock and debris. Eleanor Cross had escaped again, disappearing into the dense jungle like a ghost. But this time, something was different. This time, Ethan had found something unexpected.
A message.
It was carved into the wall of the central chamber, hidden behind a false panel that had been revealed by the explosion. The handwriting was elegant, deliberate—Eleanor's handwriting.
Ethan,
If you're reading this, then you've destroyed my facility. You think you've won. But you've only delayed the inevitable.
The Genesis Protocol: Evolution is already in motion. It's been
