Ethan stood at the edge of the safe house's rooftop, the cool night breeze whipping through his hair as he stared out over the sprawling cityscape of Paris. From this vantage point, the city looked peaceful, almost serene, with its twinkling lights and iconic landmarks casting long shadows across the streets below. But the tranquility was a cruel illusion. Beneath the surface, the city was a powder keg, and Phoenix was the spark that could ignite it all.
The rest of the team was inside, licking their wounds and tending to their injuries. Lang was stable, but barely. Zoe had managed to secure a doctor from a nearby clinic who was sympathetic to their cause, and he was working on keeping Lang alive until they could arrange a proper extraction.