Broken Illusions
Because she wasn’t hiding anymore.
She was declaring war.
Jessica sat hunched over her laptop, screens flashing with encrypted data. Thousands of documents, financial records, black-budget allocations, intelligence memos. Everything they had gathered. Everything Monroe had given them.
Michael stood near the window, gun in hand, watching the street below.
Lena sat at the center of it all, her mind calculating the next move.
Jessica exhaled. “Okay, just to be clear—we’re about to leak everything?”
Lena nodded. “Everything.”
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