Now that they knew who Alistair Finch was and what the Obsidian Hand really wanted, everything changed. The team stopped playing defense. They couldn’t just sit and wait anymore. Finch wasn’t going to let them keep the Echo forever. The quiet weeks of spying and silent online attacks were over.

Now, the chase had started.

Leah, with all her years of police work and instinct, was sure the next move from the Obsidian Hand wouldn’t be another digital attack. Finch liked things he could hold, control, and use. He would strike at something physical. Something real.

“They’ll come after our supply line,” Leah said during a meeting. “Or one of...