The file on Kruger was thicker than Rook had expected. Pages of documents, photographs, and intelligence reports that had been compiled over six years—each one a piece of a puzzle that he'd been too blind to see.
He sat in the converted factory's command center, the weight of the file pressing down on him like something that had been waiting for this exact moment. The betrayals—Irina, Amara, Zara—they hadn't been random. They'd been orchestrated. They'd been part of a larger plan that Kruger had set in motion long before Rook had ever heard his name.
Sergei moved up beside him, his voice low and careful. "The evidence is mounting. Kruger's legacy networks have been active for years, operating in complete secrecy. They've been waiting for the right moment to step in."
Rook was quiet for
