The Verance headquarters was unusually quiet.
Slade stood at the central table, staring at the map of the fragments' movements. The attacks had stopped. The communications had gone silent. The fragments had vanished.
Lyric was at her station, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Slade. I've been tracking the fragments' communications. They've gone dark. No transmissions. No movements. Nothing."
Slade's eyes narrowed. "That's not possible. They're planning something."
"I know. But I can't find them. It's like they've disappeared."
Kane stepped forward. "Maybe they've given up. Maybe we've finally won."
Slade shook his head. "They haven't given up. They're regrouping. They're planning something bigger."
Sloane's eyes narrowed. "Then we need to find them before they can act."
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