The flight back from Romania was eerily quiet. Though the Erebos Institute had been dismantled and Dr. Yuliya Sidorova captured, there was no celebration among the team. Everyone was burdened by the ghosts of what they had seen. Mia sat near the window of the private jet, staring out into the clouds, her hands clenched tightly in her lap.
“Any updates from Interpol?” she asked without turning her head.
Camilla, seated across from her, glanced down at her tablet. “They confirmed arrests across four countries connected to the Novak-Sidorova network. The fallout is massive. Media outlets are calling it ‘The Legacy Trials.’”
“Fitting name,” Richard murmured, walking past them toward the rear of the plane where Kendrick and Jakob were going over blueprints.
Mia finally turned to Camilla. “A
