True power is not measured by the height of your fortress walls, but by your ability to watch them crumble without a single place left to hide.
The black ocean water crashed violently against the jagged cliffs of the private Scottish island, sending a freezing salt spray high into the midnight air. A lone tactical vessel cut through the high waves, its engines roaring with a deep, muffled rumble as it approached the northern cove. Standing at the bow of the ship, entirely unbothered by the freezing wind, Ethan Vance stared up at the massive stone mansion looming over the cliffs. Behind him in the cabin, Sarah kept her eyes glued to the master terminal, her fingers moving flawlessly across the navigation keys.
"The island's main radar array just swept over our position, Ethan," Sarah call
