"We have no fingerprints, no DNA, no vehicle records, no communication traces. The only thing they left behind was that coin, and they left it on purpose.""Because they want me to know who they are." Alexander's eyes moved to the coin. "They want me to remember that symbol. They want me to understand the scale of what I'm facing."Marcus looked at his commander. "Do you? Understand the scale?"Alexander was quiet for several seconds. The highway stretched ahead of them, empty and gray under a sky that couldn't decide between clouds and sun."I understand that someone with the resources to deploy military contractors, supply military grade explosives, execute a precision attack on a public road, and sterilize every trace of their involvement within hours has decided that I need to die." Alexander's voice was calm and measured, carrying no more emotion than a man reading a weather report. "And I understand that whoever hired them knew my route, my vehicle, my schedule, and the fact tha