Eight kilometers. The distance echoed in Alex's mind as he navigated Monaco's underground tunnel system, enhanced vision piercing shadows that would have blinded ordinary perception. Through their neural link, he still felt Sonia's presence—a warm pulse of determination tinged with concern that provided an emotional anchor amid tactical chaos.
"Status update," Geneva's encrypted communication broke through his thoughts, her voice distorted by security protocols designed to prevent tracking.
"Southern extraction proceeding as planned," Alex confirmed, his enhanced senses constantly scanning for pursuit. "No Rodriguez security detected in the current sector."
The tunnels branched into labyrinthine passages beneath Monaco's glittering surface—infrastructure designed for maintenance but
