We moved through the service corridors like a pack of wolves—battered, bloody, and hungry.
Rook had stripped the tactical vest and rifle off the unconscious guard outside the cell. He looked terrifying: a giant covered in dungeon dust, holding an AR-15, with broken chains still dangling from his wrists like iron bracelets.
Cassian leaned heavily on me, his face pale, but his grip on the stolen pistol was steady.
"The ballroom is directly above us," Sienna whispered, checking her watch. "Vittorio is scheduled to give the 'Unity Toast' in two minutes. All the networks are broadcasting live."
"Perfect," I said. "We don't just kill the man. We kill the myth."
I reached into my bra and pulled out the USB drive.
"Clara," I turned to my twin. "Can you access the AV booth?"
Clara nodded. She pointed to a schematic in her head. "The projection room overlooks the ballroom. It controls the main screen."
