Always.
Russ chambers another round.
“Then we move now.”
Gabriel reaches for the files from the church.
The names.
The routes.
The proof.
Everything Wu tried to bury beneath Romania.
Hannah stares down at the map one final second.
Then quietly says:
“Let’s go kill Director Wu.”
58
Hannah
The convoy tears through Bucharest just before dawn.
Rain lashes across the armored SUVs while the city glows cold and silver beneath storm clouds.
Old churches.
Flooded streets.
Soviet-era concrete blocks.
And somewhere beneath it all—
Director Wu waits.
The rescued children are already moving toward extraction points outside the city with Mason’s surviving people and two trusted CIA contacts Gabriel finally activated an hour ago.
Langley knows now.
Not everything.
But enough.
Enough dead children.
Enough black sites.
Enough evidence that nobody can bury Sentinel quietly anymore.
Good.
Let the whole world choke on the truth.
I sit beside Clay in the backseat of the lead SUV while Russ drives and Gabriel monitors encrypted intel feeds from the passenger seat.
