The aftermath of the vault explosions rippled like a shockwave across Europe’s underworld. In the early hours of dawn, smoke still rose from the wreckage outside Genoa, casting eerie shadows over streets lined with shattered glass and smoldering steel. Sirens wailed in the distance, though few dared approach the craters that once held the secrets of Vexler’s empire.Dino stood atop a half-demolished building, eyes fixed on the ruin below. Beside him, Paula held a tablet linked to Riva’s systems, displaying fragmented transmissions from Vexler’s collapsing network."Three data vaults completely erased," she said, swiping across the screen. "Mirador’s off-grid server farms are silent. Cain's offshore routes went dark twenty minutes after detonation."Alejandro joined them, flanked by two heavily armed bodyguards. His leather jacket was scorched at the hem, a grim badge of their midnight assault. "We’ve rattled the cage. But the beast inside isn’t dead yet."Sanchez arrived moments later

The hallway twisted like a steel serpent as Dino sprinted after Alejandro, boots slamming against the grated floor. The air was thick with smoke, shouts echoing behind them. Flashing red emergency lights flickered overhead, painting the walls with pulses of blood.Ahead, the metal door Mirador had disappeared through was swinging slowly on its hinges.Alejandro didn’t hesitate—he shoved it wide and charged into the corridor beyond. Dino was right behind him, gun raised, eyes darting for movement.But Mirador was gone.Instead, a long hallway stretched ahead, eerily quiet, lined with tall glass windows. Behind them, rooms buzzed with servers, blinking nodes, and suspended tanks containing human-sized crates—sealed, breathing softly with mechanical hisses.Dino slowed. “What the hell is this?”Alejandro moved to the nearest window, wiping away dust and condensation. His jaw tightened.Inside was a human body—hooked to wires, unconscious. The face was blank, eyes closed. Another crate sh

The Swiss Alps stood like eternal sentinels under a gray sky, their peaks sheathed in white silence. Somewhere beneath them, the Genesis facility awaited.Sergio tightened his gloves and adjusted the scope on his rifle. He crouched behind a snow-covered ridge, eyes fixed on the distant structure nestled into the mountain face. The facility wasn’t marked on any map. No lights. No footprints. Just shadows.Beside him, Tomiwa checked the schematics again. “Thermal says two heat signatures inside. Small security. This is more a tomb than a lab.”Sergio nodded. “Still. Whatever Vexler left behind, it was worth hiding this deep.”Tomiwa shifted his gaze toward the other ridge, where Alejandro stood alone, silent, staring down at the complex below. The wind howled around him, but he didn’t flinch. He looked like a ghost—or worse, a man reborn.“He’s different,” Tomiwa muttered.Sergio glanced up. “Back to his old self.”“More like... what he was trying not to be.”---Back at the temporary b

The soft hum of fluorescent lights buzzed in the concrete bowels of the high-security prison outside Palermo. Inside a heavily guarded wing, Sanchez sat behind reinforced glass, his face older but no less venomous. His once-expensive suit was replaced with an orange jumpsuit, but his eyes burned with undiminished rage.Two guards flanked the security post while a prison psychologist observed him from the other side of the partition. He barely blinked."I want to send a message," Sanchez said coolly.The psychologist raised an eyebrow. "This isn’t a press room."Sanchez leaned forward, revealing a stitched scar on his temple, a reminder of his violent capture. "Then write this down. Tell Capello... and Elena. The walls of this cage won't last forever. And when I get out, I’ll bury them both."The guards stepped in, but Sanchez didn’t resist. As they dragged him back into his cell, he laughed—low and venomous."Time doesn’t heal debts. It just fattens them."---Milan – Rooftop Safehous

The warehouse in Milan reeked of oil, gunmetal, and burnt rubber. Rain drummed against the corrugated roof in a steady rhythm, each drop a drumbeat to the gathering storm.Dino paced in the shadows, his jaw tight, the weight of their victories doing little to ease the tension clawing at his nerves. Zurich had been a win—but it was only a scratch on the surface. Mirador was in custody, but his silence thus far was a louder scream than any confession.Sergio stood by the makeshift monitor wall, watching a live feed from the G-8 security compound where Mirador was being held. “Still nothing. Not a damn word.”“He knows his fate,” Paula muttered, crossing her arms. “If he speaks, he dies by the hands of Sanchez’s loyalists. If he stays quiet, he’ll rot.”Tomiwa walked in then, soaked to the bone but with fire in his eyes. “Intercepted chatter. A coded message was left outside the Zurich site. It’s from Sanchez. He’s trying to reach someone.”Dino’s gaze snapped to him. “Who?”Tomiwa tosse