The sun hung low on the New York skyline as Ethan Carter reviewed the aftermath of the failed siege on Zenith Tower. His team had handled the attacks with precision, and the shadow network had been dealt a devastating blow. Yet Ethan's mind was restless. Victory in one battle did not win a war, and The Broker was still out there, regrouping, plotting his next move.
Sophia Brooks entered the room, carrying a tablet with the latest reports. Her face was calm, but there was an undercurrent of concern in her eyes. "The operatives we captured in the garage have been interrogated. Most of them are low-level assets—mercenaries hired to execute the attack. But one of them mentioned something...interesting."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, signaling for her to continue.
Sophia placed the tablet on his desk and pulled up a video of the interrogation. A man, bruised and exhausted, sat at a metal table under the cold glare of a spotlight. His voice was hoarse, his words measured.