Dropping the Velvet Glove
Cassian stared at the jet's cockpit screen, his eyes burning with a peak combination of rage and fear. The video footage of Elias Vance—showing Lianna sedated inside a bio-digital tube—felt like acid in his veins. The hunt for Vance, the orchestrator of his family's m******e, now had to be simultaneous with saving his wife.
"Set a course for the bunker coordinates, Agent D. First priority: disrupt Vance's biological signal transmission. I don't give a damn about the North Council right now," Cassian ordered, his voice cold and barely human.
"Mr. Northvale, we can't enter that zone without North Clan authorization. It's neutral territory, tightly guarded by their covert military units," Agent D warned over the emergency comms channel.
Cassian ignored the warnin
