They didn't expect her to walk through the front doors of the embassy in Rome.
But she did—blood-red suit, heels like daggers, and the flash drive clenched in her hand.
"Name?" the guard asked.
"Sienna Raye," she said. "Codename: Nightfire."
He hesitated.
"I have intel on Project Ember," she continued. "Classified. Global reach. Ties to your black ops and five other governments."
The room went still.
Minutes later, she sat across from a pair of stunned intelligence officials in a glass-walled room.
Sienna dropped the flash drive on the table.
"Names. Locations. Bank trails. Kill orders. All of it."
"Why now?" the woman asked. "You could be executed for treason."
Sienna smiled.
"I've already died once. Now I'm choosing who burns."
Outside the embassy, chaos began.
News leaks. Redacted files posted online. Whispers of Ember exposed to the world.
Agents turned on their handlers. Safehouses were raided. The shadow war became visible.
And somewhere in the fallout—Nico woke in a Moroccan clinic.
Colson watched the news from a rooftop in Berlin, phone to his ear.
"She did it," he said, a strange mix of pride and fear in his voice.
But deep in a black site bunker—one man smiled.
The one Sienna hadn't named yet.
The Architect.
"She thinks this ends me?" he murmured. "She's just started the next act."