The days following Laurent's death were a blur of relentless planning, tense arguments, and sleepless nights. The team operated from a series of safe houses, always on the move to stay one step ahead of whoever now held their information. The weight of their exposure was a constant presence, a shadow that followed them even in moments of stillness.
Nitya stood by the window of their current hideout, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city outside was alive, oblivious to the battle waging in the shadows. Behind her, the rest of the team was gathered around a holographic map projected onto a worn wooden table.
"We've tracked the data Laurent sent," Vlada said, her fingers dancing over the keyboard. "It's scattered across multiple servers, but the origin is here." She pointed to a glowing red marker on the map. "A facility in Geneva. High-level security, but nothing we haven't handled before."
