The Tokyo safe house was a high-rise apartment in the Shinjuku district, its windows offering a panoramic view of the neon-lit cityscape. Slade stood at the window, watching the endless flow of lights and shadows below. The city never slept. Neither did he.
Yuki Tanaka had been a valuable ally. Her network of survivors had provided intelligence on the fragments' movements, resources, and plans. But the fragments had been watching too. They knew about the alliance. They knew about the shield. And they were moving against it.
Lyric's voice came through the earpiece. "Slade, I'm reading multiple signals. They're converging on your location. At least twenty hostiles. They're moving fast."
Slade's jaw tightened. "They found us."
"Looks that way. You need to get out. Now."
"Not without Yuki
