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 data drive Claire had given him. The names of the loyalists, the locations of their safe houses, the details of their operation. It was all there—everything they needed to dismantle the Founders' network once and for all.
But something nagged at him. A loose thread he couldn't quite grasp.
Elena moved to his side, her hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Stone shook his head slowly. "Something doesn't add up. Marcus was too easy to find. He was practically handing himself over."
Elena was quiet for a moment. "You think it was a trap?"
"I think we're missing something." Stone turned to Claire, who was sitting in the corner, her face pale,
