Kade looks at me. Through the mate bond, I feel his absolute, unyielding resolve.
"We hit them in the flesh," Kade says, his mental voice grim. "Croft, prep the stealth transport. We’re going to Zurich."
The war room is a crucible of controlled, tactical chaos.
I sit at the head of the holographic table, my left arm resting heavily in the carbon-fiber sling. The neuro-blockers have taken the edge off the blinding static in my head, leaving behind a dull, throbbing ache in my shoulder. Kade stands to my right, dressed in his heavy, black tactical gear. His left sleeve is pinned neatly to his chest. His right hand rests on the hilt of his thermal-bladed combat knife.
General Croft stands to my left, her military bearing rigid. Morgan is at the central console, her fingers flying across t
