Page 257 of Scars of Fate

As though discussing paperwork.

“And Wynn?” Lucas asked.

“That depends on how cooperative she is.”

Lucas stepped closer to the phone.

“Listen carefully. You have spent eight years manipulating my life. You threatened my wife. You destroyed my marriage. You marked my team for death. Before this ends…”

His voice dropped.

“You and I are going to meet.”

Kane smiled.

“I look forward to it.”

The call ended.

The false colonel lowered the phone.

“You depart in twenty minutes.”

Ghost looked toward the server crates.

“Those are going too.”

“Yes.”

“Why move Fate to Geneva?”

The man didn’t answer.

Hawk studied a screen set into the side of the nearest server unit.

Four city names appeared beneath separate operation files.

Paris.

London.

Berlin.

Geneva.

His expression changed.

“Those aren’t destinations.”

“What are they?” I asked.

“Target profiles.”

Silence fell.

Fate didn’t only predict conflict.

It created it.