The mountain bunker was cold and silent.
Vance stood at the makeshift command center, staring at the monitors. Echo had rigged a temporary network, patched together from salvaged equipment. It was limited, but it worked.
His daughter was asleep in the next room. His mother was watching over her. Echo was beside him, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
"I've identified the first target," she said. "A cell in Eastern Europe. They're coordinating the First Order's operations in the region."
"Who's leading them?"
"A man named Viktor Volkov. Former KGB, turned oligarch. He's been funding the First Order's activities."
"Then we take him out."
Hawk walked in, his rifle over his shoulder. "I've been going through the intelligence. Volkov has a private estate in the Carpathian Mountains.
