Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Fault Lines

The plane cruised high above the Atlantic, its engines humming steadily as Ethan leaned back in his seat, staring out the window at the endless expanse of dark ocean below. The adrenaline from the confrontation with Moreau and Gravois had long since faded, leaving him with a heavy sense of foreboding. They had the intel they needed, but it felt like they were still grasping at shadows. The Architect remained elusive, and with every passing hour, Phoenix's plan drew closer to fruition.

Ethan's thoughts were interrupted by the soft chime of his phone. He pulled it from his pocket and saw Zoe's name flash on the screen. She was seated a few rows back, still going through the data they'd extracted from Moreau's encrypted files.

"What's up?" Ethan asked, keeping his voice low to avoid waking the others. Alex was asleep in the seat beside him, and Lang was dozing further down the aisle.