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The rain began two nights later.

It came softly at first — a thin drizzle sliding over the slate rooftops and cobblestones of Westminster — but by the time the clock tower struck midnight, London was drowning in it. Streetlights bled gold across the wet pavement. Car tires hissed through shallow rivers. And somewhere deep beneath the city, Captain Eliza Hart stood staring at a wall of names.

Each name belonged to someone who had died because of a decision she’d made.

Some were teammates. Others were strangers caught in the crossfire of operations gone wrong. And one… one was her sister.

Her fingers hovered over that name, trembling slightly despite the cold air of the underground operations center. It was a ritual she never skipped before a mission — a small, silent apology to the ghosts she carried with her.

“Captain Hart?”

The voice pulled her back. It belonged to Commander Bryce, head of the Royal Security Division. His presence was impossible to ignore — tall, sharp-featured, a man carved from granite and discipline.

“Briefing room three,” he said simply. “It’s time.”

The room smelled faintly of stale coffee and tension. A half-dozen analysts sat hunched over laptops, their faces pale in the glow of the screens. Satellite images, intercepted messages, and blurry surveillance stills covered the digital display on the far wall.

“Forty-eight hours since the attempted breach,” Bryce began, pacing slowly before the screen. “We’ve confirmed the sniper was ex-military. Eastern bloc. No official records, but his fingerprints trace back to a private contractor in the Balkans — one we’ve had eyes on before.”

“Ghost Cell?” Eliza asked.

Bryce nodded grimly. “Ghost Cell.”

The name hung in the air like a curse. Ghost Cell was more myth than fact — a private network of mercenaries and ideologues for hire, responsible for assassinations and sabotage across half a dozen countries. They were ghosts in every sense — no flag, no cause, no trace left behind.

And if they were involved here, it meant one thing: the transmitter had been only the beginning.

“Do we know the objective?” one of the analysts asked.

“Not yet,” Bryce replied. “But we intercepted chatter about a second phase. Something bigger. They’re calling it ‘Crownfall.’”

A ripple of unease moved through the room.

“Crownfall.” The word tasted wrong in Eliza’s mouth. She’d heard Ghost Cell’s code phrases before — Iron Dusk, Black Lantern, Silent Choir. They always meant something. Always pointed to a deeper design.

“Whatever this is,” Bryce continued, “we have seventy-two hours before the next move. And we’re blind. The sniper, the transmitter, the decoy — all part of something coordinated.”

He paused. His gaze found Eliza. “That’s why you’re leading the next phase.”

She blinked. “Me?”

“You’ve got eyes no one else has. You saw the pattern in the crowd before anyone else did. And frankly…” He hesitated, the rarest crack in his composure. “…you’re the only one I trust with this.”

Eliza said nothing. Trust was a heavy word in their world — heavier than loyalty, heavier than rank. And it had been a long time since anyone had used it in a sentence with her name.

Three hours later, she was airborne.

The chopper roared low over the darkened countryside, its rotors slicing through the rain. Through the side window, she could see the Thames snaking silver beneath the clouds. London was shrinking behind her, and with it, the illusion of safety.

Her team sat across from her — four operators she knew by callsigns more than names. “Stone,” a demolitions expert with scars like map lines across his face. “Wisp,” a soft-spoken signals analyst who never looked anyone in the eye. “Calder,” the medic, calm as still water. And “Ash,” her second-in-command — and the only one who had known her before Kandahar.


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