A Spy in Their Midst

Three days had passed since Stella's arrest, and Wing City had remained relatively calm—at least on the surface. But deep within the shadows, something sinister was brewing elsewhere.

At exactly 9:45 PM, Xander's phone vibrated on his desk. He picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and swiped the answer button.

"Asher," he greeted, his tone low and carrying a tinge of exhaustion to it. He had been walking all evening and had lost track of time.

"We have a problem," Asher's voice came through. "A spy has infiltrated Arsenal."

Xander's gaze darkened instantly. He sat up straighter. "A spy?" This wasn't good news.

"Yeah. He's one of the latest recruits. Whoever planted him wants access to Wing City's intelligence, and I strongly suspect it's the Reagent family pulling the strings. They must have decided to send one of their own this time around after past failed attempts."