The streets of Tokyo were still burning when Wayne received the next transmission.
He stood on the rooftop of the Nexus headquarters, the city spread out before him like a glittering wound. The fires from the battle had been contained, but the damage was done. The Nexus was broken, its leaders in custody, its network in ruins. But the victory felt hollow, empty, like ash in his mouth.
"Wayne, we have a problem," Jude's voice crackled through the comms. "There's another organization. They've been watching us. They've been waiting."
"Who?" Wayne asked, his voice flat.
"The Syndicate. They're a coalition of former Cabal operatives, Nexus defectors, and independent contractors. They've been building their network while we've been fighting the Nexus. And they're ready to move."
Wayne felt
