The Prague safe house was a cramped apartment above a closed-down bookstore.
Slade stood at the window, staring out at the narrow street below. The fragments had been scattered, their leadership decimated, their network in chaos. But the war was still raging. The fragments were regrouping. They were planning a new summit. A new alliance. And Slade was determined to stop them before they could unite.
Lyric was at her station, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Slade. I've found something. The fragments are not just regrouping. They're consolidating. They're building a new headquarters. A place where they can coordinate their operations."
Slade turned. "Where?"
"Prague. The same location where we found the Shadow Collective."
Slade's blood ran cold. "They're going back to the sour
