The headquarters hummed with the quiet rhythm of recovery.
Slade sat at the central table, the files from the Maple Street house spread before him. The Circle's network was extensive—dozens of operatives, multiple safe houses, a web of financial connections that spanned three continents. Dragunov had been a leader, but he wasn't the only one.
Lyric approached, her tablet in hand. "I've been analyzing the data from the Maple Street files. The Circle isn't just a faction. It's a coalition. Multiple groups that were connected to the labyrinth have banded together. They're sharing resources. Intelligence. Firepower."
Slade looked up. "Who's leading them?"
"That's the problem. Dragunov was a figurehead. The real leader is someone else. Someone who's been in the shadows for decades."
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