Sullivan's agents were surrounding everyone. Completely trapped. Professional encirclement. Two hundred FBI tactical operators. Armed. Trained. Federal authority rendered lethal. Every angle covered. Every escape route blocked. Every person contained. Professional execution. Complete control. Absolute capture.Dante's team was searching for mole. Looking. Assessing. Understanding betrayal came from within. Someone had accessed files. Someone had reported location. Someone had sabotaged everything. Who betrayed them? Who sold them? Who destroyed them?Sullivan was watching. Professional satisfaction. Understanding paranoia served his purposes. Understanding distrust divided enemies. Understanding revelation would break them. "The mole? Want to know? Standing right next to you, Hayes. Close. Trusted. PERFECT."Everyone looking around. Suspicion. Paranoia. Professional distrust. Each person assessing others. Understanding anyone could be traitor. Understanding trust was luxury. Understan

FBI headquarters Geneva was fortress. Professional construction. Impenetrable design. FORTRESS. Concrete. Steel. Technology. Security. Everything defending. Everything protecting. Everything preventing exactly this assault.Dante's team was nine people. Him. Cain. Victor. Sophia. Adrian. Scarlett. Marie. Elena. Reaper. NINE people. Professional warriors. Experienced. Capable. But just nine.Against one thousand plus FBI agents. Swiss military backup. Automated defenses. Professional security. Overwhelming force. Impossible odds. Professional assessment showing death. Showing failure. Showing impossibility.Victor was stating obvious. Professional reality. "We need miracle. Divine intervention. Impossible advantage. Something changing mathematics. Something making nine equal thousand. Miracle."Cain was thinking. Professional strategy. "Or we need DISTRACTION. Something so big FBI has to respond. Something forcing them away. Something creating opportunity. Something MASSIVE."Marie que

Dante was grabbing the cargo netting. Big section. Strong material. His hands worked fast. Tying knots. Connecting pieces. The plane was breaking apart around them. Wind screaming. Metal tearing. Everything falling.Cain and Victor were helping. Grabbing edges. Holding sections. Twenty seconds until they hit the ground. Maybe less. Time running out fast.They were making a makeshift parachute. Spreading the cargo net between them. Holding corners. Creating something that might catch air. That might slow them down. That might save their lives."This WON'T work!" Victor was shouting over the wind. His voice barely audible. Terror in his eyes."It HAS to!" Dante was finishing the last knots. Making them tight. Making them strong. No time for doubt. No time for fear. Just action.Ten seconds left. They jumped from the falling plane wreckage. All three of them. Holding the cargo net. Spreading it wide. Praying it would work.The cargo net deployed. Caught air. Like a parachute. Sort of. St

Dante was publicly surrendering. Right there. In front of everyone. Hands up. Weapons down. Giving up. Submitting. Everything he'd fought against. Everything he'd resisted. Now surrendering.Sullivan was ordering. Commanding. Triumphant. "Restrain him. Read him his rights. He's under arrest. International terrorism. Murder. Conspiracy. Everything. Book him."UN Security was moving in. Guards in blue helmets. International force. Grabbing Dante. Handcuffing him. Roughly. Violently. Like he was dangerous. Like he might fight back. Treating him like a criminal. Like scum.Sophia was freed. Gun away from her head. Bonds cut. She was running to Dante. Desperate. Crying. "Don't do this! Please! There has to be another way! You can't give up! You CAN'T!"Dante looked at her. Really looked at her. Maybe for the last time. "I have to. For you. For Emma. For everyone. This is the only way you live. The only way any of you survive. I made my choice."Sullivan was pressing. Wanting more. Wanting

Scarlett was setting up the live stream. Fast. Efficient. Using everything. Her phone. A tablet. Marie's laptop. Every device they had. Every platform she could think of.Facebook Live. YouTube. Twitter. TikTok. Instagram. Twitch. Every social media site. Every streaming platform. EVERYTHING simultaneously. All at once. Maximum coverage. Maximum reach.She hit start. All of them. Broadcasting live. From inside the surrounded vehicle. From the middle of a police siege. From the center of everything.Within seconds the viewers were coming. 10,000 people. Then more. 100,000. Growing fast. Growing exponentially. 1 million viewers. Just like that.It was going VIRAL. The algorithm was picking it up. People were sharing. Retweeting. Forwarding. "Dante Hayes LIVE from police siege!" "The Phantom broadcasting from NY!" "Council exposé happening NOW!"Dante was addressing the camera. Looking right at it. Looking at the world. Speaking clearly. Speaking honestly. Speaking truth."My name is Da