Chapter 26 The Man In Black
- Damien leaned over the map, lips pressed into a thin line.
- The air inside the war room was thick—too quiet, too heavy, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. A low hum from the old fluorescent lights buzzed like a warning.
- “Lab’s been scrubbed clean,” Damien muttered, eyes sharp beneath the overhead light. “Every file, every vial, every camera. Nothing left but a memory and dried blood.”