The Baltic facility was unlike anything Rook had ever seen. It wasn't a bunker or a command center—it was a memorial, a museum to the old ways, a monument to the system that had been built and destroyed and rebuilt again over 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 last ghost of the old system. The one who'd been watching everything from the beginning, waiting for the right moment to step in. The one who'd survived every purge, every dismantling, every betrayal.
Sergei moved up beside him, his voice low and careful. "The surveillance is in place. We've got eyes on all
