The safe house was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the generator and the crackling of the fire. Stone sat at the table, his eyes fixed on the map spread out before him. Pins marked locations across the globe—safe houses, supply caches, communication nodes. Red thread connected them, tracing the outline of the old guard's network.
Elena moved to his side, her voice low. "We've been tracking them for weeks. They're scattered, but they're still out there."
Stone nodded slowly. "We need to hit them where it hurts. Cut off their supply lines, destroy their communication nodes, and isolate them."
Wrench appeared in the doorway, his face grim. "I've been going through the files. The old guard has been planning something big. A final move that will change everything."
Stone looked up, hi
