The observation deck was a wind-whipped, crystalline cage. A kilometer above the silenced streets, the morning sun was a cold, brilliant coin in a sky scrubbed clean by the night's storm. Geneva lay below like an intricate, frozen model—the snarl of police cordons, the pinprick flashes of emergency lights, the lake a sheet of hammered lead. Up here, the only sound was the low, constant moan of the wind racing up the tower's flanks.They had the deck to themselves. The public lockdown had ensured it. Anton stood near the towering, floor-to-ceiling windows, the prototype a hard, cold brand against his thigh. Sabatine was a prowling shadow near the service entrance, his senses stretched to the limit, every nerve attuned to the hum of the elevators, the whisper of the stairwell door.Conceived in the silent shadows of the mechanical room, their scheme was straightforward: proclaim their stance, bait the trap, and make Kaine take them on in a battleground of their choosing—a glass box with
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