The atmosphere of the operations room was heavy. The normally active foundation was more chilly, more silent because it seemed to smell a traitor lurking in their midst. Jayden was sitting with his arms crossed in front of the wall-sized digital display with a clenched jaw.Georgina ready? he asked.The tall lady at the console nodded without marking a direction. She typed like a maniac enabling the program she designed in total from scratch.According to her, the digital footprint trap is alive. All the devices, all the keys, all outgoing and incoming messages are tracked and controlled by special encrypted keys now.And nobody knows about it? His voice was sharp. Nova said:just the three of us, Georgina assured me. "No leaks."Jayden exhaled. "Good. Well, let us get the bastard."Elsie meantime sat in a small, dim underground club-house. The air was a bit moist and the air was filled with the smell of concrete and old paper. Caspian, her little son, went quietly playing on the carp

The storm was over but the atmosphere around Jayden remained thick. As much as Shane was laid bare and caught, the bigger danger remained uncaptured.Lucien.Jayden was sitting in the war room in silence companioned only by a subdued buzz of machinery. The cinematographer dimmed out the lights. He stared at a hard drive that Micah had just delivered hours earlier. In one end of the screen, the item glowed that was a single encrypted file:“Citadel X.”Then Jayden hesitated her hand by the mouse and clicked. Satellite images, military log sheets and redacted documents started to load in secrecy, a progress bar appeared, and the secrets started unfolding. It was factual. The WHITEHACK place was not a myth. Citadel X a deep black facility disguised as a weapons decommissioning facility set in the ground. It had been turned to illicit examination, something off-the-book arrests, and now, Lucien.He slouched back, and pressed his temples.In the grave-yard which you yourself built, of cour

Here the air was denser.Jayden was breathing painfully in his throat, a firey intake with each breath. It was around the side of his body, where there was great heat, and blood dropped down the inside of his shirt. He did not stop. Couldn’t.He forced his way down the service-tunnel beneath Citadel X, and every step was the sound of a stepping, the sound of going somewhere into a steel underground of eter-lastingness. rusting pipes and sputtering lights lined the ceiling over which, leading him to the hellish pulse of the fortress, Swift was carried.The further he ventured the louder it got.There was a low throb throughout the ground. And there, throbbing beneath it, the sure pulse of machine, a laboratory, some power-house, some enclosure beyond mammoth. He turned a corner, and drew to a halt.There was an ajar blast door. More outside it flared the fluorescent lights, untended and dreadful.Jayden packed his rifle and did not spare much thought to the blood caking his knuckles. H

The blast rattled the earth from miles away. The secret fortress, the buried Citadel X, blew up in a mushroom cloud of steel and fire as Jayden gazed down it through the window of his helicopter. Fire ate much of the interior of the mountain. The shaking ground on either side shook the heavens and the mountains and rocks that fell over the edge buried all the sign of the deformed experiments which formerly existed below. The smoke curled up to the skies, black in the morning sky.In the rear of the plane, holding Caspian to herself, Elsie shook. His hand was held firmly by hers as though it were the one thing holding her to reality. Caspian sat rigid, wide-eyed, very quiet. The heightened senses of his were still muddled: everything had a louder sound and a clearer smell. His body hummed with energy still after the breakout and his blood coursed through his veins with final bangs of the Helix Bloom serum. Worldly thoughts did not occupy his mind, however, one thing and only that he th

There were not many quiet six months in the life of Jayden Knox. This letter came on a rainy morning as it slipped under the fortified front-door of the Geneva headquarters of the task force. Neither was it sent with a courier, nor recorded with the CCTV of the building. Nobody knew that it was coming but there it was.Jayden gazed at the old envelope, no address it had none, the wax seal had nothing but a deep impression of the Ares insignia: a twisted serpent in the coils of a warhammer.Within was printed upon a piece of black paper, in crimson ink five words:Only the Ares God never dies.Jayden winced not. Georgina, reading behind his shoulder, swore deeply. Tightening her jaw, Nova adjusted in agains the wall with an arm in a sling because of an old wound.There is somebody that wants someone rattled, muttered Nova.Georgina disagreed. “No. This is a lure. A message. He’s alive.”On the same day in the evening the private intelligence unit of the task force started tracing the c