The desert bunker was quiet in the hours after dawn.
Vance sat on the porch, watching the sun climb over the dunes. The sand stretched endlessly in every direction, golden and still. His daughter was playing inside, her laughter echoing through the bunker. His mother was making breakfast. Echo was at the command center, monitoring the intelligence feeds.
For a moment, everything felt normal.
But Vance knew it wasn't. The Order was still out there. Soren's remnants were still active. And somewhere in the shadows, someone was still pulling strings.
He walked back inside. Echo looked up from her console.
"I've been analyzing the data from the drive," she said. "There's something you need to see."
"What?"
"The Order's financial records. They've been receiving payments from a source we h
