Ashley’s POV
We barely had time to catch our breath before the next battle loomed over us.
Caden stood over the fallen enemy soldiers, his eyes fixed on the symbol stitched onto their uniforms. His jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists. I knew that look.
Rage. Calculation. A brewing storm.
Mia crouched beside one of the bodies, swiping her tablet’s camera over the insignia. Within seconds, she had it running through multiple database searches.
"This isn’t just some mercenary group," she murmured, scrolling through the results. "This symbol belongs to an organization I’ve never seen before."
Roman stepped closer, his gun still in his grip. "You mean we’re dealing with a new player?"
Mia nodded. "Or an old one who’s been hiding in the shadows."
I exhaled slowly. Just when we thou
