The call came at 3:47 AM, jolting Rook from a sleep that had been shallow at best. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, his eyes already adjusting to the darkness.
"Yeah."
"Rook." Wick's voice was flat, controlled, but something underneath it carried the particular urgency of someone who'd been monitoring a situation and had just watched it spiral out of control. "We've got a problem. Multiple problems, actually. The partnership's operations in Eastern Europe are under attack."
Rook was already out of bed, reaching for his gear. "Explain."
"I've been monitoring the communications channels we established with the network. There's been a coordinated assault on three of our supply nodes in the last hour—facilities in Romania, Bulgaria, and Ukraine. The attacks are precise, well-coord
