Even within the Global Heroes Alliance, the elusive group was simply known as "that"—the nameless organization that had successfully evaded every level of intelligence and surveillance for years.
Francesca had been chasing their shadows since she was a teenager.
And Gage…
Gage had his own history with them—one he never talked about.
"A new member?" Gage asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yep. And you've seen this before, right?" Francesca said as she swiped her hand across the interactive panel.
A new image flared to life—a perfectly carved nightjar symbol etched into the cracked pavement. Its stylized wings were spread wide.
Alicia inhaled softly. Theodore raised an eyebrow. But Gage froze. Of all of them, he knew that symbol the best.
"…Yeah," Gage finally said. His tone had shifted—lower, edged with tension. "Seven years ago. But I don't think they're the same person."
