The command bunker was bathed in a claustrophobic, sickly green light. It emanated from the dozen holographic monitors surrounding Elias’s workstation, reflecting off the sweat pooling on his forehead. The rhythmic, rapid-fire clatter of his mechanical keyboard was the only sound cutting through the heavy silence of the room.
"Status, Elias," Ares commanded, his voice a low, steady rumble. He stood directly behind the hacker’s chair, his arms crossed over his heavy armor, watching the cascading streams of digital code.
"I'm patching through the final proxy servers in Geneva," Elias replied, his eyes darting frantically between three different screens. "Samir’s strike team just initiated the physical distraction at the Hydra Corp perimeter. The decoy armor is broadcasting Rio's isotope si
