Ethan Carter stood in the dimly lit observation room, staring through the one-way glass at The Broker. The man who had been a ghost in the shadows now sat restrained in a steel chair, his arrogance cracking under the weight of Zenith's relentless pursuit. The once-pristine suit was wrinkled, his expression a mix of fury and unease. He had underestimated Ethan, and it had cost him everything.
Sophia entered quietly, her arms crossed as she joined Ethan by the glass. "He's been silent for hours. If he's waiting for a rescue, it's not coming."
Ethan smirked faintly. "He's not waiting for a rescue. He's calculating, stalling for time. He knows the moment he talks, the Nexus will know he's compromised."
Sophia's gaze flicked to Ethan. "And if he doesn't talk?"
Ethan's expression turned cold. "He will. They always do."