Zurich felt different. The Syndicate bunker, once a fortress of power, now felt like an empty waiting room. Following Elara's arrest—she was now a prisoner with limited access in a black site facility—and the destruction of the Northern Clan’s core, the war in Europe had subsided, leaving a massive power vacuum to be filled.
I sat alone in the command chair. Agent D was en route back from medical leave and consolidating the core team in New York. Breyer and Kaito were busy salvaging Syndicate assets from the destruction Elara had caused.
"Cassian, we need to decide on our next move," Ben's voice came over the main speaker. "We control almost 70% of the remaining Syndicate structure, but we have to choose between restoring the old financial power or securing domestic assets immediately."
