The air in the subterranean war room was crisp, dry, and faintly scented with ozone from the cooling racks of three military-grade server blades. On the central holographic plotting table, real-time satellite telemetry beamed from an encrypted orbital uplink showed the southern approach along the Hudson River corridor. Two tactical recon drones operated by Marcus's technicians buzzed in high-altitude holding patterns above the snowy ridgeline, transmitting infrared thermal feeds of…
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