Rain traced restless paths down the glass walls of Voss Tower.
The city below glittered with false calm.
Elena stood in the darkened conference room, eyes fixed on the frozen satellite image—one faint thermal silhouette cutting across endless Arctic white.
Alive.
Or something meant to look alive.
Adrian loosened his tie behind her. “Lucas verified it three times. Movement pattern matches human locomotion.”
Elena didn’t blink. “Victor doesn’t run.”
“Then what is it?”
She folded her arms. “A continuation.”
Lucas entered, urgency in his stride. “Encrypted chatter just lit up dormant Kingsley relays. Someone’s rebuilding communication lines.”
“Trace?” Adrian asked.
“Impossible,” Lucas replied. “Signal’s hopping through dead zones and abandoned satellites. Whoever’s behind it knows h
