Morning light spilled over Monaco with cool, indifferent precision to the power struggle unfolding beneath its pristine surface. Alex stood at Facility Seven's eastern observation point, enhanced vision processing not just the cityscape but data flowing through financial networks Geneva's systems could access without detection. The algorithm's ethical framework integration was causing precisely the cascading adjustments they had anticipated—ripples of recalibration that Carlos fought to contain through increasingly desperate measures.
Through their connection, he sensed Sonia approaching before hearing her footsteps—her analytical mindset already processing the same data with complementary insight that made their synchronization so effective.
"You couldn't sleep either," she observed,
