Sterling Security Base
The atmosphere inside the operations room was completely different from the cheerful mood of Pearl Villa.
Large digital screens covered an entire wall.
Satellite images.
Maps.
Coordinates.
Casualty reports.
Timelines.
Photographs of destroyed facilities.
The room was silent except for the low hum of computers.
Miles stood in front of the main screen with his arms folded.
Monica stood beside him.
Charles operated the system from a nearby console.
The screen displayed nine highlighted locations across the world.
Nine places.
Nine attacks.
Miles stared at the map.
His expression was calm.
But both Monica and Charles knew better.
The calmer Miles appeared, the more dangerous he usually became.
Miles pointed toward the first marker.
"Nine places were targeted in total."
"Operation camps."
"Safehouses."
"Live operations."
He pressed a button.
A timeline appeared.
