Chapter 25
The drive we took from the Alpine pass was a digital Pandora’s box. Within an hour of Alexei’s decryption, the "Remnant" list began to bleed into the global news cycle. It wasn't a leak; it was a flood. Names of judges in Lyon, port authorities in Marseille, and intelligence directors in Berlin were scrolling across every news ticker from Tokyo to New York.
The empire wasn't just falling. It was being cannibalized. Konstantin’s "friends" were turning on one another in a desperate bid to scrub their names from the ledger.
But as we sat in a safe house overlooking the Vieux Port of Marseille, the atmosphere wasn't celebratory. It was funereal.
"He’s still alive," Adrian said, staring at the darkened water. "The mercenaries took him to a private facility in the Calanques. They
