Ethan and Lily felt the weight of the last few days pressing down on them like a merciless storm. Everything they believed to be true had changed after the Syndicate's disclosure. They had just severed the strings of Moreau's puppetry. However, the real puppet masters continued to wait and observe in the shadows.
As he pondered all Jacob had told him, Ethan perched on the side of the bed and rubbed his fingers against his temple. Lily walked the room across from him, her arms folded tightly across her breast.
Her voice was laced with fury as she stated, "We cannot fight an enemy we don't even know."
Ethan gave her a quick glance. "After that, we identify them."
She let out a quick sigh and stopped pacing. "How can we accomplish that? Jacob provided us with very little to work with.