under his control
The wind rushed around us as the helicopter soared eastward, carrying us toward another storm, another battlefield, another truth waiting to be unearthed.
And somewhere in the static of the radio, a faint voice crackled again, impossible, haunting.
“Phase Four begins now.”
Ava and I locked eyes, realization dawning at the same moment.
Morgan’s final program hadn’t just destroyed Victoria’s empire.
It had triggered something new.
A second network.
And the war we thought we ended had only just begun.
As the chopper vanishes into the sunrise, a shadowed figure in Zurich watches their approach through a surveillance feed. The figure turns to another monitor showing Ava and Liam’s faces and whisp