Reykjavik was cold, dark, and steaming.
Marcus stood in the shadow of a geothermal plant, watching the utility building across the street. Steam rose from vents in the pavement. The air smelled of sulfur. The building was nondescript, concrete and glass, but Nikolai's intelligence said it was the heart of the consortium's Icelandic operation. Dr. Magnus Eriksen had embedded dormant code into the control systems of every geothermal heating unit in the city. When the trigger came, thousands of people would lose their memories while sitting in their warm homes.
Claire pulled her hood tighter. "How many buildings?"
"Over sixty thousand in Reykjavik alone. He's been spreading the code across the country. Homes. Offices. Schools. Hospitals."
Damian scanned the roof. "The server room is in th
