Standing frozen at the cold exit of the Coven bunker in Vilnius, I felt the damp morning air sting my wounded skin. My decision to pursue Elara in the North Sea now seemed like a massive tactical error, but the betrayal I'd just uncovered forced my hand.
"D, are you certain about that log?" I asked, my voice raw—more with anger than the physical pain in my shoulder.
Agent D, face still ashen, gave a rigid nod while clutching his bandaged arm. "Positive, Cassian. Cyrus uploaded the Iron Dragon data to the North server, and Elara pulled it from the Coven crash network. They both want the technology for different reasons, but they collaborated to keep it out of your hands."
I scanned the dark, ruined server room. Near the terminal I'd just torched, I saw something small lying amidst the me
