[POV: Sofia Lanka]

"I told you to stay in the air, Alistair. If I see a single Monroe-branded drone cresting that ridge, I’ll assume you’ve decided my life is less valuable than your stock options. Now, shut down the comms and let me finish this. I am done being a voice on a speaker. I am a mother going to find her blood."

Sofia stood at the edge of the jagged precipice, her boots crunching into the frost-bitten soil of the Italian Alps. The wind howled through the narrow mountain passes, tearing at her hair and threatening to pull the very breath from her lungs. She looked down at the...