The armored Mercedes vanished into the mist of the Thames estuary, leaving behind a cold, wet silence. Viktor Draven sat in the backseat, his heart hammering against his ribs—a rhythm he hadn’t felt since his early days on the streets of Bucharest. Across from him sat Marcus, his chief of security, whose hand hovered anxiously over the holster of a silenced Glock.
Chapter 5 - The Ghost in the MachineOutside the containment cell, in the high-tech surveillance bunker hidden behind the one-way glass, Julian Vance was pouring himself a glass of expensive Scottish whiskey. He watched the grainy infrared monitors with a smug, victorious smile. Three figures lay motionless on the floor inside the gas-filled room.