“You didn’t come back to help me,” Eva said slowly.
“You told me the dead drop was about stolen weapons blueprints,” Viktor said quietly. “You lied.”
He slid a folded photograph across the table. Eva didn’t touch it. She already knew what it showed: a satellite image of a research facility buried under the Greenland ice sheet. Code name: Nightingale Floor . deadly interrogation 3
“The question is,” Viktor whispered, “how do we kill someone who doesn’t know they’re already dead?”
The room was smaller than the last two. No two-way mirror. No drain in the concrete floor. Just a steel table, two chairs, and a single bulb that buzzed like a trapped hornet. “You didn’t come back to help me,” Eva said slowly
“So why are you here?” Eva asked.
He stood up, cracked his neck, and for the first time, genuine fear flickered behind his eyes. Eva didn’t touch it
When the emergency lights hummed to life, Viktor was still there—but the key was gone. In its place on the table lay a single bullet, casing engraved with three words: