The Council's Gambit
The Verance headquarters was a fortress of shadows and silence. Slade stood at the central table, studying the map of the fragments' remaining cells. The Pacific cell had been neutralized, but the fragments' network was like a hydra—cut off one head, two more grew. The war was far from over. Lyric was at her station, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Slade. I've found something. A fragment in Europe. A cell that's been operating in the shadows, hidden from the rest of the network." Slade looked up. "Where?" "Switzerland. A compound in the Alps. They've been building their own network, their own resources. They've been waiting for the right moment to strike." "Then we stop them before they can." Kane stepped forward. "We've been running nonstop. We need to regroup." "We don't
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