The private jet flew silently through the dark night sky, heading straight toward the heart of Europe like a guided arrow. Inside, the mood was heavy. Everyone onboard could feel the weight of what was coming. Leah, Jason, and Amelia sat facing their small team of skilled security experts. The cabin lights glowed dimly, casting soft shadows over their serious faces. In front of them, a screen showed the layout of Marcus Thorne’s European facility; a heavily guarded stronghold built deep into a snow-covered mountain.

Their arrival in Europe went smoothly. Thanks to Jason’s deep connections, they landed at a private airstrip with no questions asked. From there, they traveled...