Loyalty among thieves lasts exactly as long as the money is split evenly, but it vanishes entirely the second the truth is dragged into the open.
The secure mobile command transport was parked inside an abandoned hangar near the edge of the airport, safe from the freezing rain that continued to wash over the region. Inside the vehicle, the air was warm, humming with the heavy power consumption of the captured Reykjavik server array. Seven separate virtual windows suddenly flickered to life across the main display panel, illuminating the dark interior with a sharp, blinding white light. Each window displayed a secure, encrypted video feed belonging to one of the seven elite logistics titans who ran the Obsidian Vanguard.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" a sharp, aristocratic voice
