The desert bunker was quiet.
Vance sat in the command center, staring at the monitors. The remnants of the Order were scattered, leaderless, broken. The war was winding down.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Echo walked in, her laptop under her arm. "Vance, I've been analyzing the data from the drive. There's something you need to see."
"What?"
"A message. From Soren to someone outside the Order. It was sent just before we hit the facility."
"Who was it sent to?"
"I don't know. The address is encrypted. But the message is clear."
She pulled up the message on her laptop. It was brief.
*The plan is in motion. The mole will deliver. Trust no one.*
Vance's blood went cold. "The mole?"
"It looks like Soren had someone inside our organization. Someone feedin
