LOGINWe regrouped in an abandoned factory outside Oslo.Forty-eight hours since Hope's video message. No further contact. No signal. Nothing.Damien was planning. Maps everywhere. Blueprints. Schematics of the Consortium facility."I am going back for her," he said. "Tonight. With or without help.""That is suicide," Victoria said. "The facility is on high alert. They know we will try to rescue her. They are waiting.""I do not care. She is inside. Alone. Pretending to be their slave. Every day she stays is another day they could discover her resistance. Could break her. Could hurt her. I am not waiting anymore.""We need a plan. Resources. Support.""I have a plan. I go in. I get Hope. I get out. Simple.""That is not a plan. That is a death wish."Maya was working on her laptop. Hacking. Searching. Finding weakness in the Consortium's security."There might be a way," she said. "The facility has a shift change at midnight. Guards rotate. Security systems reboot. Three minutes of reduced
I drove like a demon possessed.Three hundred miles in four hours. Breaking every speed limit. Taking every risk. Not caring about anything except reaching Hope.My phone rang. Torres."Flora, slow down. We are coordinating a rescue. Victoria has assets in Norway. Military contractors. They can reach Hope faster than—""I am not slowing down. My daughter is missing. Someone betrayed us. Someone sent her into a trap. And I am going to find her. Then I am going to find the traitor. Then I am going to kill them both.""We do not know she was captured. Maybe she is just maintaining radio silence. Maybe—""She would not miss a check-in. Not Hope. She is too disciplined. Too careful. Something happened. Something bad."I ended the call. Kept driving.Another call. Damien."I am twenty miles behind you. Wait for me. We go in together.""No time. Every minute she is with them is another minute they can hurt her. Can program her. Can modify her. Can turn her back into a weapon.""Then let me c
We drove for six hours before stopping.Small village in northern Iceland. Population maybe fifty people. Remote enough to hide. Close enough to escape.Garrett's people secured the perimeter. Set up watch rotations. Checked for trackers.Hope collapsed into bed. Exhausted. Nine years old and she had been running for three days straight.I sat with Damien in the kitchen. Planning. Always planning."We cannot keep running," he said. "The Consortium has unlimited resources. They will find us. Always.""Then we stop running. We fight back. We hit them first.""With what army? We have thirty people. They have hundreds. Thousands maybe."Victoria entered. She had been making calls. Quiet calls. To people from her past."I found something. Something bad.""How bad?""Someone in our group is feeding information to the Consortium. Someone close. Someone we trust."The room went cold."How do you know?" Damien asked."Because the Consortium knew we would be in Iceland. Knew the exact landing c
We landed in Iceland three hours later.Remote airfield. No witnesses. Safe house waiting in the mountains.The plane door opened. Cold air rushed in. Then gunfire.Not random. Precise. Professional. Targeting the engines. The fuel tanks. Disabling escape."Out! Everyone out!" Damien grabbed Hope, ran.We scattered. Into the darkness. Into the snow. Into nowhere.Behind us, the plane exploded. Fireball lighting up the night. Our only exit gone.Figures emerged from the darkness. Dozens of them. Surrounding us. Cutting off every direction.A woman stepped forward. Asian. Forties. Expensive suit despite the cold."Hello, Hope. I am Dr. Lin Zhao. Chief scientist for the Consortium. We have been waiting for you.""How did you know we would be here?" Victoria had her weapon drawn. Useless against this many hostiles."We have been tracking you since Singapore. Since Maya stole our files. Since you learned about our plans. Did you really think we would let you run free with that knowledge?"
We fought for twelve minutes.When the smoke cleared, six of Reeves's men were down. Three French agents were dead. And we were still alive.Barely.Damien had a bullet in his shoulder. Maya took shrapnel to her leg. I had cracked ribs and a concussion.But we were breathing. We had won. Again.Then the helicopters arrived.Not Reeves. Not French intelligence. Something bigger.Black helicopters. No markings. Military grade. They surrounded the warehouse in thirty seconds."Everyone down! Weapons on the ground! This is the United States government! You are all under arrest!"We dropped our weapons. No choice. Twenty soldiers poured in. Special forces. Professional. Overwhelming.A woman in a dark suit walked in behind them. Fifties. American. Authority in every step."My name is Director Sarah Chen. National Security Agency. You are all coming with me.""We have done nothing wrong," I said. "We were defending ourselves.""You have genetic modification technology. You have classified r
I made it halfway to Reeves's coordinates before Garrett called."Flora, stop. Do not come. This is not what it looks like.""I saw the video. I saw you and your brothers captured. I saw—""You saw staged bullshit. Reeves is using us as bait, yeah, but we are not helpless victims. We are playing along. Waiting for opportunity. But there is something else you need to know. Something about one of our own.""What are you talking about?""The woman. The one riding with us. The one you saw in that video. She is not Cascade. Never was."My stomach dropped. "Explain.""Her name is Maya Laurent. French intelligence. DGSE. She infiltrated us six months ago. We thought she was just another rider looking for family. Turns out she was looking for you. For Hope. For anyone connected to Marcus Ashford.""Why?""Because France has been tracking Marcus for twenty years. He destroyed their genetic research program in the nineties. Killed seventeen scientists. Stole their work. They have been hunting h







