The Baltic facility was unlike anything Rook had ever seen. It wasn't a bunker or a command center—it was a cathedral of control, a monument to the legacy networks that had been building for decades. Rook stood at the edge of the tree line, his eyes fixed on the structure, the weight of the next step pressing down on him like something that had been waiting for this exact moment.
Wick's intelligence had been precise. The final thread led here—to the heart of the legacy networks, to the one who'd been pulling the strings from the very beginning. The one who'd orchestrated everything, who'd used everyone as pawns in a game that had been running for longer than Rook had been alive.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful. "The surveillance is in place. We've got eyes on all the
