Loose Ends
Back at the safe house in Tokyo, the air was thick with tension. The dimly lit room buzzed with low conversations as the team gathered around the central screen, where Vlada was running a deep analysis of the data they had extracted from the sinking Helix command ship.
Nitya stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the holographic projections that spun slowly in the air. Maps of global cities were marked with nodes—potential targets or staging grounds for Helix's next phase.
Vlada's fingers tapped furiously against the keyboard. "Laurent was just one arm of a much larger beast. We've traced financial transactions pointing to at least three major fronts—one in Istanbul, another in Zurich, and a third... here in Tokyo."
Ayan frowned. "Tokyo? They're operating right under our noses?"
