ADRIAN'S POV
The cell was a study in contrasts: clean, sterile concrete holding a mind that dealt exclusively in beautiful, complicated filth. The fluorescent strip lighting hummed overhead, providing the only soundtrack to the meticulous destruction I was orchestrating. I was reviewing the preliminary schematics for Heller's private security detail in Zurich, information Nate had procured with a chilling speed that confirmed his competence and his utter subjugation. The plan was intricate, a work of art, relying entirely on the chaos I would create through a few, perfectly placed legal actions and a necessary, high-stakes physical disruption.
The secure phone, a simple burner dedicated to internal communication, vibrated twice with my code for Luca Moretti, my loyal lieutenant inside Hell's Watch. I knew Luca would not break protocol unless the threat was immediate and relevant.
I picked it up instantly. "Status."
