As the convoy rumbled out of the compound gates, Adelaide de Molay sat perched on the windowsill of the Signals & Cryptography department. She sipped a bitter coffee, her eyes tracking the dust cloud kicked up by the cars under Julian’s command.
Julian’s movements were becoming increasingly frequent and aggressive. It felt as though the gentle, unassuming "reindeer" she had married had suddenly bared the fangs of a predator. This transformation only fueled Adelaide’s growing conviction: for the sake of her own survival and her secret work, Julian Vance had to be removed.
Inside the Chief’s office, Su Bai watched the same departure through the slats of his blinds. He bristled with silent irritation. As the Head of Intelligence, he should have been the first to authorize any field operatio
