The convoy left Zurich at four in the morning.
Five black SUVs moved through the darkness in perfect formation, headlights cutting through the mist. I sat in the back with Sophia beside me. She had stopped shaking around midnight but had not spoken much since. Her hands were folded in her lap, her eyes fixed on the window, watching the dark trees blur past.
Marcus drove. Julian was in the passenger seat with a tablet displaying the facility's floor plan and thermal imaging. "Two heat signatures on the upper level. One in the basement bunker. No movement. They don't know we're coming."
"Guards?" Marcus asked.
"Two. Armed. Rotating patrols every thirty minutes. Next rotation is in twelve minutes. That's our window."
I turned to Sophia. "You stay behind the tactical team until they clear
