The red laser sights of rooftop snipers traced the Syndicate's enforcers, but they held their positions. The Architect stayed motionless, their piercing gaze flitting between James and the threatening unseen figure lurking in the shadows.
For once, the balance of power was not entirely in their favor.
James gripped his rifle tighter. "Have your men stand down, and we walk away. Nobody else has to die today."
The Architect inhaled a long breath, the mask of control slipping just a fraction. "And what are you going to do with the files, James? You still believe in justice? In exposing the truth?" They scoffed. "The world doesn't care. "They prefer the illusion of order, no matter how corrupt."
Still clutching the hard drive, Lina shook her head. "So then why are you so scared of us?"
The Architect's jaw clenched.
The enforcers turned to their leader and waited for orders.
Then a second voice echoed from behind James.
"I recommend you listen to him."
A tall silhouette stepped toward them out of the shadows, black tactical gear, a sniper rifle strung across their back. Even their presence alone made the Syndicate's forces shift uneasily.
James recognized them immediately.
Colonel David Wren.
A former intelligence officer. A ghost in the field. Someone James had not seen in years.
The Architect pursed his lips. "I should have known you were in on this."
Wren smirked. "You got sloppy."
James narrowed his eyes. "You're fighting against the Syndicate?"
Wren tilted his head. "You can say… we have common interests."
James didn't trust him. But for now, Wren's presence was preventing the Architect from ordering a full-scale attack.
Sarah leaned closer to James. "What's the play?"
James cast a glance at the Syndicate's forces. They were still armed, still dangerous, but now uncertain. A hesitation that could be taken advantage of.
James looked up to meet the Architect's gaze. "You know this doesn't stop here."
The Architect's face was inscrutable. "No. It doesn't."
Then they waved their wrist and provided the cue.
Their enforcers put down their weapons.
Sarah exhaled. Hassan held his rifle aloft, awaiting a double-cross. Lina held the hard drive like a lifeboat.
The Broker gave an amused snort. "Well, that was dramatic."
James didn't lower his guard. "We're leaving."
The Architect moved aside, and James and his team backed to the exit. The tension was as sharp as a razor, as if the whole thing could fall apart into chaos in an instant.
The Architect spoke as James passed them, their voice low.
"You think you've won. But this is just the first step."
James didn't stop. He didn't need to.
Because now, the battle had really started.