The New York skyline was a jagged, unforgiving thing, a testament to ambition and avarice. Tonight, it was a gauntlet. Ethan, disguised in a stolen security uniform, blended with the late-night shift change outside Sinclair Tower. The chill wind whipped around him, carrying the scent of exhaust and distant rain. Sophie was in a hospital bed in Paris, Phillipe's betrayal a cruel sting. He was alone, but not defeated.