The subterranean isolation wing of the villa was built to survive an apocalypse, but tonight, it felt like an administrative tomb. Down here, far beneath the humid air of the conservatory, the cooling units hummed a low, mechanical tune that vibrated right through the concrete floorboards.
Asher's personal detail stood guard outside Jupiter's heavily reinforced cell, their faces blank, their weapons drawn. To the rest of the estate, Jupiter was a dead man walking. Marcus had already spread the word to the vanguard detail that the Head of Cyber Security had been neutralized. The illusion was flawless. The trap was officially set.
