The converted factory had become a fortress. Security had been tripled, communications were being monitored around the clock, and every operative was under scrutiny. The arrests of Petrov and Mikhail had sent shockwaves through the alliance, and trust was in short supply.
Rook stood in the command center, his eyes fixed on the intelligence reports that Wick had compiled over the last seventy-two hours. The revelations from Kravchenko had been devastating—Petrov and Mikhail had been working with him from the beginning, feeding him information, helping him build the Collective. But they weren't the only ones. There were others—operatives, analysts, coordinators—who'd been recruited, turned, or coerced into serving Kravchenko's network.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful.
