The shockwaves from the unidentified vessels surrounding the *Northwind* were far more severe than the explosions at the North Clan fortress. Inside the submarine, emergency lights cast a blood-red glow across my face and Agent D's.
"They're blocking all our escape maneuvers, Cassian," Agent D said, his voice strained from the wound in his leg. "This isn't just detention; it's a military capture. They're using the same frequency Elara used when she held us in Quebec."
I stared at the sonar monitor. Dozens of small submarines surrounded us, without insignia, moving with the precision only highly trained elite forces possess. This was a planned execution.
"Elara," I hissed, feeling a cold rage that overcame the pain in my shoulder. "She didn't just run to Zurich; she set a trap right here
