That man was... Ethereal. Code name for your Global Logistics Vice, Jax. The proxy you trusted absolutely, who managed 60% of the Phantoms activities you designed. He was the very heart of Ouroboros’ vulnerability.
I punched the boat’s hull. The Zodiac groaned loudly, slowing its pace. I cursed. The profanities spilled from my gut, overriding the monotonous sound of the Angler diesel engine. A massive hole. Ethereal, the man I considered my right hand, the second shadow brain that handled my ruthlessness. Now he was using the authority I gave him to sell our network.
“How far did he compromise us with Cypher, Juri? Passwords, support systems, all my operation blueprints?”
“Everything concerning the network's vulnerabilities, which you created by splitting your logistics to Phantoms in O
