The storm that had been gathering for years was finally here and it would not be denied.
Cambria stood at the helm of the media tower she had once fled, now her fortress and command center. The room pulsed with dozens of monitors streaming live intelligence: satellite feeds, intercepted communications, financial data, and breaking news. The hum of servers filled the air, a digital heartbeat synchronizing with the tension in her chest.
Noah's face glowed with the cold light of the satellite map as he tracked every movement of Blackwood's scattered empire. Maddox stood near a vast window overlooking the city lights below, his jaw clenched, muscles taut, a man caught between hope and reckoning, and haunted by every battle lost and won.
"Blackwood's empire is crumbling," Noah said without looking up. "We've frozen six of his shell corporations. Half of his offshore accounts are already seized."
Cambria nodded. "And the other half?"
