The hotel lobby was chaos.
Security personnel swarmed the main hall, their voices sharp with urgency. World leaders huddled in corners, their faces pale with shock. The media had already arrived, their cameras capturing every moment of the pandemonium.
Stone moved through the crowd, his pistol holstered, his face hidden beneath the hood of his jacket. Elena was at his side, her hand gripping his arm. Wrench followed close behind, his eyes scanning for threats.
"We need to get out of here," Wrench said, his voice low. "Before they start asking questions."
Stone nodded. "This way."
They slipped through a service door, moving down a narrow corridor toward the emergency exit. The alley outside was dark, empty except for a single van parked at the curb.
Stone climbed into the driver's sea
