The silence in the Zurich safe house was unlike any Serena had known before.
It wasn’t born from uncertainty.
It was the silence that preceded action.
Navarro was gone. No note. No goodbye. Just an empty chair and a closed laptop with the DAEDALUS interface wiped clean.
Serena knew it wasn’t abandonment.
It was permission.
“She thinks I’m ready,” Serena murmured.
Daniel, packing gear across the room, didn’t look up. “She thinks you’re dangerous enough to stop holding back.”
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By dawn, the team was already in motion.
The black site was not found on a standard map, but the coordinates spoke volumes of themselves: under an obsolete NATO bunker reconfigured since the Cold War, with landscapes designed to put drones off track and satellites out of commission.
It was invisible in the
