CHAPTER 75

The Zurich data heist had given them exactly what they needed—a road map of Silas Grayson’s network. But it had also painted a target on their backs.

Sitting in the dim glow of the underground bunker, Fiona scrolled through pages of decrypted files while Marcus cross-referenced data points. Darwin paced nearby, his mind working through their next steps, while Bella leaned against the metal table, arms crossed.

“This isn’t just a network,” Marcus murmured, adjusting his glasses. “Grayson built a failsafe. A backup plan.”

Fiona frowned. “What kind of backup plan?”

Marcus hesitated, then brought up a schematic of a high-security facility. “He calls it Project Overwatch. If the Echelon collapses, Overwatch activates—a fully automated system designed to ensure Grayson’s continued influence. Key leaders in politics, finance, military sectors… all with contingency triggers that he can pull at any moment.”

Darwin exhaled. “So even if he falls, his system keeps running.”

Bella shook her head. “Then we don’t just take him down. We burn everything.”

Fiona looked at the data again, then back at Marcus. “Where’s Overwatch controlled from?”

Marcus hesitated, then tapped a single word on the screen.

Ravencorps.

Silence fell over the room.

Everyone knew Ravencorps.

A private intelligence firm so powerful that even world governments relied on it for information. Officially, it was just another security company. Unofficially, it was Grayson’s fortress.

Darwin let out a low whistle. “You’re telling me Grayson controls a shadow empire and a private army?”

Marcus nodded grimly. “If we don’t shut this down, it won’t matter that Cain is out of the picture. Grayson will just install a new leader and keep the cycle going.”

Fiona’s jaw tightened. “Then we take Ravencorps out of his hands.”

Bella raised an eyebrow. “You got a plan, or are we just charging in like lunatics?”

Fiona smirked. “Both.”

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Breaking the Unbreakable

Ravencorps was headquartered in Geneva, a fortress built on the outskirts of the city. Unlike the Zurich facility, this wasn’t just a data hub—it was a living stronghold, housing some of the most dangerous operatives in the world.

Getting in? Nearly impossible.

Which is why they weren’t going in through the front.

Marcus had found a weakness—an underground maintenance tunnel leading to the core server room. If they could breach it, they could inject a virus into Overwatch’s system, corrupting its data and cutting Grayson’s control at the source.

But there was a catch.

“The system is programmed to detect cyber intrusions,” Marcus explained. “You can’t just hack it remotely. Someone has to be inside to manually override the security measures.”

Darwin exhaled. “So we break in, disable security, and crash Overwatch from the inside.”

Bella smirked. “Now this sounds like my kind of job.”

Fiona checked her gear. “Then let’s move.”

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The Heist

The tunnel entrance was buried beneath an abandoned warehouse, forgotten by time and overlooked even by Ravencorps’ extensive surveillance.

They moved swiftly—Marcus monitoring their progress from a mobile command van, Bella leading the charge with Darwin close behind, and Fiona bringing up the rear, her fingers steady on the trigger of her suppressed pistol.

“Security grid is cycling,” Marcus whispered through the earpiece. “You’ve got a three-minute window before the next scan.”

Bella nodded, moving fast, disabling the panel that led into the main corridor. The moment they stepped inside, the tension in the air thickened.

The server room was three floors down, heavily secured.

And they weren’t alone.

Darwin held up a fist, signaling a stop. “Two guards, northeast hallway.”

Fiona moved first, slipping behind the nearest guard, her blade cutting through the air in a swift, silent motion. Bella took out the second before he could even react.

Marcus’s voice came through. “Security checkpoint ahead. There’s a biometric lock—you need an access card.”

Darwin crouched, searching the guards. “Got one.”

They moved deeper into the facility.

But just as they reached the final door, an alarm blared.

“Shit,” Marcus cursed. “They know you’re there!”

Fiona’s pulse spiked. “How long do we have?”

“Not long enough.”

The hallway erupted in gunfire as Ravencorps security stormed in.

Darwin pulled Fiona behind cover as bullets tore through the walls. “We need another way out!”

Marcus’s voice was tense. “There’s a secondary access tunnel in sub-level three. But you have to get to the mainframe first!”

Fiona reloaded. “Then we finish the job.”

They fought their way forward, moving as a unit. Bella took point, her shots precise, while Darwin covered their flank. Fiona reached the server room, her hands flying over the controls.

Marcus guided her through the sequence. “Okay, override engaged. Uploading the virus now.”

Seconds felt like hours.

Then—

“Done! Overwatch is crashing!”

The alarms cut out. The power flickered.

And just like that, Grayson’s empire lost its foundation.

Bella grinned. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

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The Fallout

By the time they reached the extraction point, Marcus had already confirmed the damage.

“Overwatch is offline. Every contingency plan, every backup—gone.”

Darwin smirked. “That should get Grayson’s attention.”

Bella scoffed. “More like paint a giant target on us.”

Fiona knew she was right. They’d just forced Grayson’s hand.

And now, he would come for them.

A message flashed on Marcus’s screen.

Unknown Sender: You’ve made a mistake.

Marcus’s face darkened. “It’s him.”

Another message followed.

Meet me in 24 hours. Alone.

Fiona’s jaw clenched.

Silas Grayson was making his move.

And the final battle was about to begin.