The body lay on the floor, its eyes staring at nothing, its blood pooling on the marble. Stone stood over Marcus, his pistol still smoking, his heart pounding against his ribs. The room was silent, the council members frozen in shock, their faces pale with fear.
"It's over," Stone said, his voice flat. "Marcus is dead."
The Handler moved to his side, his massive frame blocking the view of the body. "We need to move. The explosion will have drawn attention."
Stone nodded slowly. "Secure the council members. We're taking them in."
Elena stepped forward, her tablet in her hands. "Logan, there's something you need to see."
Stone turned to her. "What?"
She pulled up a file on her tablet—a message, encrypted and coded. "Marcus sent a message before he died. A warning. He said there's someo
