The converted factory had become a fortress within a fortress. Security had been quadrupled, communications were being routed through multiple encrypted channels, and every operative was under constant scrutiny. The revelation that Volkov had been the mastermind—that he'd been pulling the strings from the very beginning—had shattered what remained of the alliance's trust.
Rook stood in the command center, his eyes fixed on the intelligence reports that Wick had compiled over the last forty-eight hours. The new thread she'd discovered was unlike anything they'd seen before—a network that operated with a level of sophistication that rivaled Volkov's, but with a different purpose.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful. "Wick's been tracking the communications patterns. The th
