Now, severing the connection was pointless.
As long as this command center and its remote interfaces existed, it would act as a beacon, allowing The Panacea to siphon even more of Obsidian's most guarded secrets.
Worse... she could trace the signal back to Obsidian's true global headquarters!
If that happened, they would lose far more than just Specimen Fourteen.
The Raven closed his eyes. When they snapped open, nothing remained in his gaze but ruthless, cold-blooded resolution.
"Abandon the command center."
Everyone in the room froze. Someone stammered, convinced they had misheard, "Sir?"
This was the independent command hub Obsidian had spent nearly six years building deep within the belly of Project Zero-Transit.
They had poured millions of dollars and endless manpower into keeping it hidden from the ship's authorities.
This room didn't just hold years of transaction records between Obsidian and Project Zero-Transit.
It housed a massive archive of Obsidian Augment protocols, the identities of the ship's executives, and partial docking clearances for Whitecliffe Harbor.
If they abandoned it...
Everything Obsidian had built on this ghost ship over the years would go up in smoke!
The financial and strategic loss would be incalculable!
A technician opened his mouth to argue.
The Raven's expression hardened, his lethal gaze sweeping over them. "I said, abandon it."
"Purge all local data and every backup server in this room."
"Wipe every trace of historical access related to Specimen Fourteen."
"Sever all communication channels with Whitecliffe Harbor. Erase every single footprint Obsidian has ever left on Project Zero-Transit!"
The Raven forced the words through clenched teeth.
He knew exactly what this would cost them. It would paralyze Obsidian's smuggling route for years.
But he had no other choice.
The Panacea was far more terrifying than any of them had anticipated.
If he hesitated for even one more minute, she would trace Fourteen's network
straight to the heart of every shadow operation Obsidian ran on this ship.
If they didn't pull the plug now, they wouldn't just lose a command center.
They would lose all of Obsidian!
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In all his years dominating the criminal underworld, he had never been cornered like
this!
This Panacea... she had single-handedly forced him to burn down a six-year empire on Project Zero-Transit!
Fine.
Just fine!
He would burn her memory into his skull.
The Raven's eyes went dark. "Pass down
order. From this
on, every operative keeps eyes on The Panacea
"She must be recruited to Obsidian. And until she willingly submits..."
"She is not to leave Project Zero-Transit alive."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the flashing countdown of the self-destruct sequence, his expression growing grimmer by the second. "And Specimen Fourteen must be recovered!"
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the command center.
Several technicians exchanged uneasy glances.
Their faces were pale and tight with anxiety.
How the hell were they supposed to recover Specimen Fourteen?
The absolute authority over the asset had fallen directly into The Panacea's hands.
All the Obsidian Sentinels assigned to transport it had already been wiped out by Joker.
And now, the very command center Obsidian had run on this ship for six years... Was set to self-destruct, all because of her!
Under these impossible circumstances...
How were they supposed to snatch Fourteen back from The Panacea and Joker?
But faced with The Raven's murderous rage, no one dared to utter a single word of protest.
The only sound left in the room was the rhythmic, digital ticking of the self-destruct timer.
Standing in the crimson glare of the emergency lights, The Raven stared unflinchingly at Serena on the monitor.
His dark, predatory eyes burned with toxic hatred.
The Panacea would pay for today's humiliation. He would make sure she suffered a
hundred times over!