The Verance headquarters was a fortress of shadows and silence.
Slade stood at the central table, staring at the map of the fragments' movements. The attack on London had been repelled, but the cost was high. Several operatives were wounded. The headquarters was damaged. The shield was under siege.
Lyric was at her station, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Slade. I've found something. The fragments are planning another attack. Bigger. More coordinated. They're going to hit us from multiple directions."
Slade's eyes narrowed. "Where?"
"Here. The headquarters. They're coming for us."
Kane stepped forward. "We need to evacuate. Move to a secondary location."
"No. If we run, they win. We hold the line."
"That's suicide. They'll overwhelm us."
Slade turned to him, his eyes cold.
