I still feel Billy’s weight in my arms as we buried him. The knife through his heart wasn’t just a kill—it was a message. From Vilain. From the world. That no one walks away clean.\n\nNow we’re in Bulgaria, standing over the wreckage of a Soviet mine, the air thick with dust and the stench of gunpowder. Church told us the plutonium’s here. So is Vilain. And so are the men he’s enslaved—fathers, brothers, sons—dragged from their homes and worked to death.\n\nThe women fought back. Armed with rifles and rage, they held the line until we came. Now, they look at us like we’re salvation. But I know the truth. We’re not saviors. We’re vengeance.\n\nChristmas checks his blades. Jensen’s fingers twitch on his rifle. Caesar loads his cannon. We’re ready.\n\nBut as we move toward the mine entrance, Church’s voice crackles in my ear: ‘Extract the plutonium. Leave the rest.’\n\nI look at the team. At the women. At the graves we’ve already dug.\n\nThis isn’t just a mission anymore.\n\nWhat do we do?