POV: Sofia Lanka]

"You’re telling me that we’ve been freezing on this glacier, dodging bullets from a private army, and all this time you’ve been sitting on a weapon that could end this entire war with a single phone call?"

Alistair Monroe leaned against the jagged, ice-slicked wall of the maintenance tunnel, his breathing shallow and rattling. He stared at Sofia with a mixture of disbelief and the kind of skepticism that only a man who had built a multi-billion dollar empire could possess. Outside, the roar of the burning Interceptor had faded into a series of dull, metallic groans as the wreck settled deeper into the snow, and the...