Chapter 26
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The night was silent in the command center, but silence was never safe. Luther’s eyes scanned multiple monitors, each tracking global communications, financial flows, and encrypted chatter.

“Elara, pull up the latest signals from Eastern Europe,” he ordered.

“I’m on it,” she replied, tapping into a cluster of faint transmissions. “Looks like a coordinated movement. Not random chatter this time they’re mobilizing.”

“Mobilizing?” Luther’s tone was calm, but sharp. “Define the threat level.”

“High,” Elara said. “They’re small, but precise. Operatives are armed, mobile, and well-funded. This is not a rogue cell it’s a tactical response.”

Within hours, intelligence confirmed the strike: a small but highly trained unit had attacked a logistics hub in Berlin. The target wasn’t civilians it was a supply node once used by the syndicate, now repurposed under Luther’s oversight.

“They’re testing us,” Luther said, leaning forward. “Small strike, low risk for them, high cost for us if we fail to r
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