I never thought I’d be the one left standing. Duke was the leader, the heart of the team. But when the airstrike hit, he went down first—burned into my memory, his body torn apart by friendly fire we never saw coming. We were betrayed. I barely made it, diving into that well with Flint and Lady Jaye as our own country tried to erase us.

Now, back in the States, we’re ghosts. No support, no command, just rage and a list of names to settle. General Colton found us, gave us weapons, a safehouse, and one mission: expose Zartan and stop whatever the hell Cobra’s planning.

We broke into the fundraiser tonight. Lady Jaye got the DNA sample. It’s confirmed—he’s not the President. It’s Zartan. And before we could extract cleanly, Firefly hit us. Explosions, gunfire, Zandar’s men closing in. We barely escaped.

Back at the safehouse, the screen glows with satellite data. Fort Sumter. A summit. All world leaders invited.

Flint looks at me. 'It’s a trap. They’re going to launch something big.'

Lady Jaye leans in. 'And if we don’t move now, there won’t be a world left to save.'

I grip Duke’s dog tag in my hand. This ends now.