Sterling Security Base, Star Harbor
The war room beneath Sterling Security was unusually crowded.
Not physically.
Most of the people involved were separated by hundreds, even thousands of kilometers.
Yet every large display surrounding the room carried a familiar face.
Operators occupied the rows of desks behind Miles, quietly monitoring encrypted communication channels, satellite feeds, surveillance footage, financial networks, and several secure databases.
Nobody spoke louder than necessary.
The atmosphere itself made it clear that this was not an ordinary security briefing.
Miles sat at the center table with a cup of coffee in his hand.
Charles occupied the seat beside him.
On the largest screen was Grandmaster Lucian.
Connected through other secured channels were several of the elites associated with the Ancient Warrior Order.
Darius.
Reina.
Aerin.
Marina.
And Ren, whose connection was being routed separately from New York.
