A small, unmarked cargo plane dropped us—Cassian and the remaining core team: Agent D, Breyer, and a handful of trusted operators who refused Elara's loyalty—onto a remote concrete runway on the outskirts of Hong Kong. The thick smell of smoke and tropical humidity hit us immediately, a stark contrast to the cold Quebec air we'd left behind just hours ago.
"We don't have much time, Mr. North," Agent D said, pulling at the bulletproof vest beneath his jacket. The stress from Zurich was still etched on his pale face. "The North Faction has moved the majority of their assets to three primary locations. The largest is *Emerald Towers*, a high-end property purchased with funds from the stolen Northvale technology."
I nodded, my eyes fixed on the digital map projected onto our portable table.
