The First Strike

Vittoria

The air reeked of gasoline and steel. The smell that always made me think of war —, now made me think of justice.

I stood beside Zev in the dimly lit room we’d turned into a temporary command base. Maps, blueprints, and screens filled the table between us. My fingers brushed over the red marks we’d made on the photo of Bastian’s estate. Every circle represented a weak point. Every weak po