The Verance headquarters was unusually quiet.
Slade sat at the central table, reviewing the intelligence Lyric had compiled. The Phantom had been neutralized, but the fragments' network was like a hydra—cut off one head, two more grew. The war was far from over.
Lyric was at her station, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Slade. I've found something. A fragment in the Indian Ocean. A cell that's been operating independently, hidden from the rest of the network."
Slade looked up. "Where?"
"An island in the Maldives. They've been building their own network, their own resources. They've been waiting for the right moment to strike."
"Then we stop them before they can."
Kane stepped forward. "We've been running nonstop. We need to regroup."
"We don't have time to regroup. The fragm
