Darkness consumed the underground chamber. The warm lantern that had guided them moments ago was gone. Only silence remained. Lucas cleared his throat. "I officially hate old cabins." Samuel calmly reached into his backpack. A second later, a bright emergency flashlight lit the room. Arthur moved toward the entrance. Marcus stood beside Asher, while Nathan closed the black file. No one panicked. Asher was calculating and listening. Not to the room, but to the world above it. After a few seconds, he quietly spoke. "There are six people outside." Lucas looked around. "You can tell?" Asher nodded. "They're trying not to make noise. But they're breathing too hard." Marcus smiled faintly. "Your instincts haven't changed." Arthur tightened his grip on his flashl

The first rays of sunlight reached the ranger's cabin. Inside, everyone was already awake. Samuel packed his equipment. Nathan carefully placed the photograph, the military dog tag, and CASE ZERO into a secure case. Arthur checked every weapon, while, as usual, Lucas stretched his arms. "So… What's next?" Asher looked toward the mountains outside. "We leave." Lucas blinked. "We're leaving already?" Asher nodded. "My father didn't bring us here to stay. He brought us here to learn." Marcus gave a deep breath. "And you've learned enough." Asher looked at the black file in his hand. "The next battlefield isn't here. It's waiting for us in the city." Everyone silently agreed. Several hours later, far away from the mountains, inside a windowless conference room. Twelve black chairs surrounded a

The atmosphere inside Lang Horizon had changed, and no one spoke loudly anymore. The deeper they looked into CASE ZERO, the bigger the conspiracy became. Samuel sat before three computer screens. The tiny strip of microfilm continued loading. Rows of strange codes slowly appeared. Nathan walked over carrying breakfast. "Any luck?" Samuel rubbed his tired eyes. "Some, but most of the data was damaged." Nathan placed the food beside him. "What survived?" Samuel pressed another key, and several bank transactions appeared with different dates, locations, and account numbers. Nathan frowned. "Military funds?" Samuel slowly shook his head. "No." He enlarged another document. "They're campaign funds." Marcus looked up immediately. "Political campaigns?" Samuel nodded. "They were secretly financing electi

Morning arrived with heavy rain. Lang Horizon’s executive floor was already busy. Samuel continued monitoring the digital trail left by the fake Project Falcon file. Nathan stood beside him. "Anything?" Samuel nodded. "I found one location." Arthur looked interested. "Where?" Samuel enlarged the map. "A luxury hotel." Lucas chimed in. "So our mysterious enemies have good taste." Marcus let out a muffled smile. "Money usually does." Nathan immediately reached for his phone. "I'll assemble a team." Before he could make the call, Asher calmly spoke. "Don't." Nathan looked up. "We finally have a location." Asher nodded. "And that's exactly why we shouldn't rush." Arthur folded his arms. "You think it's a trap?" Asher walked toward th

Dust drifted through the abandoned military archive. The building had been forgotten for decades; broken shelves leaned against cracked walls, rust covering old steel cabinets. Two shadowy figures stood several meters apart. Each had entered through a different passage. Neither trusted the other. It was a sole mission for them and not collaboration. The taller man reached a steel cabinet first and forced it open. Inside was a sealed military envelope. Before his hand could touch it, the second figure moved forward. The envelope fell to the dusty floor. A fierce struggle erupted. Neither wasted breath talking. Every movement was fast and intentional. Just as one reached for a concealed dagger, a calm voice echoed through the archive. "You're searching the wrong cabinet." The two strangers halted in their tracks. Slowly