The converted factory had never felt more like a trap. Rook stood in the command center, the message from Wick still burning in his mind, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him like something that had been waiting for this exact moment.
Kravchenko has been in contact with someone inside the alliance.
He stared at the monitors, at the faces of the operatives moving through the corridors, at the leaders who'd come to trust him. Any one of them could be the traitor. Any one of them could be feeding information to the man who'd killed his unit.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful. "Wick's message. Who else has seen it?"
"Just us." Rook's voice was flat, unreadable. "I need to find out who it is before they can do more damage."
Irina's eyes met his, something sh
