The Ghost Hand did not believe in coincidences.
While the digital wreckage of the Phantom Group's infrastructure smoldered across the global grid, I stood by the loading dock, feeling the micro-vibrations in the concrete floor—a subtle, rhythmic pulse that didn't match the standard operation of the building's ventilation or the city's subway lines. It was a mechanical, high-frequency oscillation originating from below the sub-basement.
Kain wasn't just planning a digital deletion anymore. He was executing a physical, multi-pronged incursion.
I checked the burner phone one last time. The Nexus grid confirmed that six black-ops transport vehicles had just neutralized the private security checkpoints on the southern perimeter of the VanceTech complex. They were bypassing the electronic gat
