The Barbados Gambit

ROMAN

I stared at the charred documents spread across the makeshift command center table, my jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. What had started as routine evidence processing had quickly evolved into something far more sinister.

"These were deliberately burned," Gage said, carefully separating another fragile sheet with gloved hands. "They wanted to destroy the evidence."

I nodded, studying the partial mission briefs we'd managed to salvage from the rogue hideout. "The attack on the Alliance Summit wasn't random. It was a calculated distraction."

"For what purpose?" Marcus asked, joining us with another box of recovered items.

My finger traced the edge of a partially burned map. "To hide their true target."

Gage held up a charred document, eyes widening as he scanned the visible text. "Boss, you need to see this."

I took the paper, my blood running cold as I recognized the familiar crest in the corner. The Moonstone Pack insignia. Leo West's pack. Vanessa's family.