The converted factory had become a cage. Rook stood in the command center, the weight of Wick's revelation pressing down on him like something that had been waiting for this exact moment. Yakov had been playing him from the beginning. The new alliance wasn't a fresh start—it was an absorption. A hostile takeover disguised as cooperation.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful. "What do we know?"
Rook was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on the monitors. "Yakov's been in contact with someone inside the alliance. Someone who's been working with him from the beginning. We've been building his network for him."
Irina's eyes met his, something shifting in her expression. "Who?"
"I don't know yet. But I'm going to find out." Rook's voice was flat, unreadable. "Get me everythi
