The Tokyo headquarters was a sleek high-rise in the business district, its windows reflecting the neon glow of the city below. Slade stood at the window, watching the endless flow of lights and shadows. The fragments had been scattered, their leadership decimated, their network in chaos. But the war was still raging, and the shield was still under siege.
Yuki Tanaka had been a valuable ally, but Slade couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The Tokyo safe house had been compromised. The fragments had known exactly where they were. Someone had betrayed them.
Lyric's voice came through the earpiece. "Slade, I'm reading a transmission. From the fragments. They're planning something big. Something in the Pacific."
Slade's eyes narrowed. "Where?"
"An island. Remote. Uninhabited
