The cold dawn broke over Paris, casting long shadows across the city's ancient streets. Inside the safe house, the atmosphere was tense but focused. Ethan stood in front of a large whiteboard, scribbling down details and connecting the dots between Phoenix's activities and the shadowy figure known as the Architect.
The team was scattered around the room, each lost in their own thoughts, but working diligently. Lang was on the phone, speaking in hushed tones with an old contact from his intelligence days. Zoe was hunched over her laptop, eyes darting back and forth as she sifted through reams of data, searching for anything that could give them a clearer picture of the Architect's network.
Alex entered the room, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. She handed one to Ethan, who accepted it with a grateful nod.
"Any progress?" she asked, taking a sip from her own cup.
