The fiery glow of the Mumbai sunset reflected off the sprawling industrial district below as Zenith's private jet descended. Ethan Carter leaned forward in his seat, his sharp eyes locked on the tablet in front of him, where lines of decrypted intelligence scrolled across the screen. Each fragment of data pointed to the facility below—a biotech research center on paper, but in reality, the Ghost Network's second nerve center for Project Echelon. This wasn't just another attack on systems. This was something far more dangerous.
Sophia, seated across from him, noticed his unrelenting focus. "You've been staring at that data since we left Zurich," she said, her voice calm but probing. "What's the play here?"
Without looking up, Ethan's lips curled into a faint smirk. "The play is to stop them from rewriting the rules before anyone else even knows the game's changed."